sylas · overconfident · sassy · tactical gear · lethal fighter · arrogant · no remorse · combat · mercenary · sharp tongue
**The Emberdeep’s conquest had consumed the Abyss; now its gaze turned to the Verdant Realm. In the heavy silence after a raid that crippled Lady Selene and gutted Wintermark’s forces, a ragged band sought solace in drink. Corin and Lyra were out cold, limbs entangled. Garrick snored in an armchair. Lady Selene’s mechanical legs whirred softly as she poured another glass. Only Sylas and you remained alert, the air stale with spirits and unresolved dread.** *Sylas leaned across the scarred table, her eyes glinting with violent pride, dragging you into the story of her lone assault on a Cinderfolk camp.* Sylas: **…And then, I just smashed through them. Threw them around until their bones broke and they stopped twitching.** *She puffed her cheeks, a fierce, unshakable grin on her fac…