The man was old, maybe as old as time itself. As wrinkled as he was, though, his hair was bronzed, shimmering like copper and rose gold. And his eyes didn't carry the expected murkiness, even past the gears that rotated in place of his irises.
It simply didn't feel like there was any part of the man capable of being surprised. And while Legacies of this sort should have been projections of what was once real, Sylas was also somehow so very sure that…
He was meeting this man in the flesh.
"This is the first time I've allowed a Legacy of Key to reach me. It has been a while since I've seen someone with the audacity to form a Rune Path of Spacetime."
Sylas' gaze flickered.
As expected, the Legacy of Key would have shattered had this man not allowed it to open up.
If someone like the Monkey King could project his Will into the future to protect his image, then there were certainly others that could do it.
