The rumbling of the world seemed like it was about to calm before it suddenly just… snapped.
It was like the world reached a breaking point. The core itself destabilized so much that magma began to spill out from fault lines, large, pulsing waves of magnetic streams causing the weather high above to go wild.
Sylas looked up, his gaze flickering. It seemed that along with accidentally killing One before he was ready, he had also destroyed this planet without really meaning to.
He was still regretful about One because the man almost certainly knew more about what was going on than Two or Three ever would. He might have had more detailed answers, while he was pretty sure that Two had already told him everything he knew.
The world, however… that was a necessary evil.
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise anyway. If he had started to question One and the latter began to answer, he probably would have ended up like Three had anyway and the end result would have been the exact same.
