Sylas stood there for a moment, somewhat in disbelief at what they had managed to accomplish as well. Well, at least for a moment before Gogo's psyche overwhelmed his own, tilting his head to the skies and unleashing a roar.
Their scales bristled, and the golden light that coated them only grew more fierce.
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[Basilisk King (Silver)]
[Level: 30]
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[Physical: 4999]
>[Strength: 4999]
>[Constitution: 4999]
>[Dexterity: 4999]
>[Speed: 4999]
[Mental: 4863]
>[Intelligence: 4999]
>[Wisdom: 4591]
>[Charisma: 4999]
[Will: 6011]
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For the first time, Sylas bothered to check the Basilisk King's stats and calmly analyzed them as though they were the only thing that could calm him down from his mental high.
'Peculiar…'
Honestly speaking, he felt that Gogo's stats should be much higher than these. But that interaction, especially when Gogo tried to tell him his true name, made Sylas realize that the little guy was being held back by more than he knew.
