Sylas held Sylviaa's neck in his hand, holding her up as though she weighed not much more than a straw doll. There was a look of calm in her eyes, but Sylas could tell the difference…
The difference between a woman who didn't fear death versus one that didn't think she would die in the first place.
He had intimately felt the difference before. Sometimes he even wondered if his own current indifference toward death was only because he was gaining more confidence in his own abilities rather than the fact he had truly gotten over that fear.
That difference seemed inconsequential, but it was all too important to him.
Sylviaa wasn't so calm because she was ready to die. She just thought that she was too valuable to fall here.
Honestly speaking, she was probably right. She was easily among the top ten talents of Earth, an existence that would be integral to their future rise.
