“Wake up.” Sylus opened his eyes, darting around to see if he would get a hint of his location, but there was nothing there. It was desolate, felt like he was falling but not reaching a particular point. “Where am I?” Sylus muttered, pulling himself up. His eyes still darting around, he soon got a glimpse of someone. It was his doppleganger; he seemed to have been watching Sylus as he slumbered. “There is a word for someone who watches people sleep, and it would seem that you fit that category.” He said before turning to see if there was going to be an opening for him to walk out, but he didnt see anything. “If you are looking for a way out of here, then save it. You aren't dead, you are only sleeping. This is a landscape within your subconscious,” the doppleganger explained, his voice was still unfazed and cold. “Here, you are neither asleep nor awake. You can use it as a training ground, but it is mainly a place of rest. It makes it easier for your wounds to heal.” Sylus was

Ryan opened the door for Sylus, following him closely as they walked into the building. They were being watched as they entered the deeper part of the building. Ryan was leading Sylus to a part of the building marked "restricted to non-personnel or high-ranking officials." Standing down the hall was a lady. She had long blue hair, freckles on her face, and a huge goofy glass that made her stand out like a sore thumb. “Hello there,” she smiled at Sylus, then turned to Ryan. “What do we have here?” “I don’t know,” Ryan spat as he pushed Sylus forward, his countenance still unwelcoming. “I was hoping you would help us find out.” Sylus turned to glare at Ryan. He didn't like him one bit, and it was bound to get worse. “Well,” the lady noticed the tensed air around the two and knew it would be for the best if she stood between them. “My name is Ellara Stark. I am the Bureau’s Sifter.” The lady smiled at Sylus. She was still surprised to see Ryan bringing in someone, and from the way

“Now that is unprecedented,” Luke raised a brow. He knew that he had not met with Sylus before, yet he was familiar with his name.“I didn't think you would know who I am, now what else do you know ?” Luke tilted his head to look at Sylus as he slowly got out of bed to sit correctly. Sylus swallowed. He knew that there was no way for him to explain how he already knew Luke’s name, and there were going to be more questions because the way things would escalate wouldn't look nice. But almost immediately, an idea came to him, and he was clear about how he would handle the situation. “I hear it from my little sister Freya a lot, and you said that you were the chairman, so I didn't need to let you say your name out.” Sylus was staring at Luke, knowing that there was a good chance that he wasn't going to be able to get him to back down. Luke stared at him. There was something about Sylus that intrigued him, and it wasn't his sharp mind or his looks. “You aren't going to be like all t

Back at the house, Sylus told Freya everything she needed to know. From the way he had activated some kind of latent power locked within him.​Freya knew her brother wasnt one to make up a story like that, and for him to say that he didnt know how he got the powers, but the only thing he had been getting were flashes of it, and from the looks of things, it had been hard for him to control the way it kept coming out.​“So it isn't light-based?” she asked, her memory of him using a power that looked like a bright light to protect her from the monster years ago.“No,” Sylus shook his head slowly. He looked at the tattoo on his hand, sensing that more surprises awaited him.​“For now, I don't have the slightest idea what kind of power it is, but if it were a fragment of light, then we would have been able to know.”​Sylus was staring at his hand, knowing that there wasn't a thing he could tell anyone about the powers growing within him.​Freya didnt repeat anything about the power. It

Rhys wasn't there to help Jiron at first; he had been trying to find something that would lead him to the mystery person who was behind the strikes at the mansion. Saint told him that Jiron was trying to make sure they would find out more about the Admirals, so no one would have the hit on them. “I don't know how to say this, but I feel like there is something else we aren't seeing, and from what I can tell, it is something that not even the man can explain.” Saint was telling Rhys what they were going to be expecting and how it wasn't going to be something that anyone would want to be dealing with. He knew that the Admirals were only pawns in the bigger picture; the likes of Marcus and Loo were just fodder compared to what they were dealing with, and they were not going to be the least of their problems. Rhys stood there as he looked to the side, knowing that there was something that was about to happen, and he was going to be dealing with it. ‘Someone else is here…’ He though