This time, Sylas didn't want the little girl to speak. He took in the information through text like the good old times, but this time he wasn't reminiscing. His eyes scanned things so fast, piecing together details and throwing out what was useless.
News clippings, rumors, things of interest—all until he built together a picture of exactly what happened.
He coincided a few stories with the moment Cassarae stopped replying to him, and he understood that she had likely been captured by Fowler. The problem was that Fowler was once the Dominus Paragon himself for a reason.
He was intelligent, and he was being manipulated, in all likelihood, by someone far more intelligent than even he was.
If Fowler wanted his Dominus Paragon Contested Title back, Sylas had to die. The moment Sylas died, the Title would return to the last person who had it.
For a Conquest Title like Primus Imperium, the Title would go to the one who did the defeating. But for a Title like Primus Luminaria or Dominus Paragon, it would return to whoever had it last, regardless of who did the killing.
Of course, Primus Luminaria had never had an owner in this Sector before, so it was unmanned. If Sylas died, it would return to the ether. But Dominus Paragon... that was different.
And Fowler knew that.
“Could he be trying to gain both Titles? That is possible. If that's the case, he'll need a method to—'
Sylas' mind was racing when all of a sudden, the badge in his palm buzzed. He snapped back to attention, realizing he had just gotten a message from Cassarae. Had he been overthinking things? Was she actually fine?
[Cassarae: Don't get me fucking started, I'm so fucking pissed right now. How long was it going to take you to realize there's a problem?! If not for that fucking bullshit you did to my body, I'd be—] ---
Sylas practically tuned out the list of profanities that came. They were hard to fathom as something that came from a woman at all. However, they also assured him that it was almost certainly Cassarae.
The beauty of reading with Ancient Ithkuil was that even if someone wanted to impersonate Cassarae's style of speech, it was near impossible. You'd need someone on the level of Mesmeryx, capable of bending truth and reality with their Will to perfectly match something like this.
To Sylas, Cassarae's messages were better than handwriting or even a fingerprint in proving she was fine.
From what Sylas could tell, Cassarae had indeed been in trouble. But the change to the Grimblade Royal Hero Line had given her a chance to escape.
The problem was that she was still in a tricky situation, and it probably wouldn't be long before she was caught and captured again.
The tasks Sylas had given Cassarae were all related to the Legendary City Stele. The entire plan was to gather enough resources that they could swiftly level the City Stele up.
Of course, the issues that came with that were more than obvious as well. A Legendary City Stele was orders of magnitude better than any other City Stele, but it was also orders of magnitude harder to level up.
Even with Sylas’ current wealth, they had to meticulously plan out every detail.
This included scouting out the optimal regions to plant it, not to mention mapping out regions of other City Steles for it to swallow. Subordinate City Steles were invaluable to the growth of a Main City Stele.


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