Xiburn raised an eyebrow at Vaelith's warning, a smirk slowly pulling at one side of his mouth as he studied her profile. It seemed she really did hold this Sylas Grimblade in unusually high regard, but considering everything they had learned over the past several days, Xiburn couldn't fault her too much for it.
By now, there were very few among the upper echelons who didn't suspect that Sylas was the reason the Heavens Clash had erupted in the first place, which left Xiburn wondering exactly how one man had managed to infuriate a God to this extent and somehow still be alive.
"Maybe he isn't here because he's already dead."
Vaelith's expression remained calm as the unfinished bridge between Heavens flickered below them, countless battles already raging along its unstable stretches.
"If he were dead, the Ancestor of Creation position would have been vacated."
