Sylas kept waiting for the pressurized wave to come, but it never did.
He found himself walking, and walking, and walking, down an endless corridor that didn't seem to have any intention of ending…
Until it abruptly did.
A set of three wide stairs appeared before him. Upon it, there was another glass platform.
Sylas looked back with a questioning gaze to Voxena, but she was looking at him with trembling pupils. It was clear that even she didn't understand what was going on. In fact, even the silent Tongue'Head found itself shaking, a light of excitement in its eyes, but for some reason, it still didn't dare to speak.
There was a flash and the eyepatch-wearing man appeared again, this time behind this final stage.
"You've received the highest honors. Please place your palm on this platform."
Everything was happening too fast and Sylas didn't like not being able to analyze the situation he was in. It felt like too many outside factors were driving him.
