Sylas' eyes slowly opened. He didn't need to sleep much these days and he couldn't quite recall the last time he had had a decent sleep in the first place, but this one felt good.
It had only lasted about four hours. But given the current strength of his body, four hours of sleep now might as well have been as much as four days when he was far weaker.
Of course, the difference was that while there were diminishing returns the longer you slept as a mortal, for Sylas every second was worth its weight in gold.
He had already been in quite a good mood when he first rested his eyes, and right now, he felt like he was truly firing on all cylinders.
'It seems that it's about time to end this.'
Sylas found himself itching to get to the Demi-God Plane. Logically, he knew that he had a lot to get done in the mortal realm, but whether it was because of his own eagerness for the new challenge, Nosphaleen's plight, or his little sister, he felt like he was dragging his feet right now.
