Sylus
The city lights bled across the skyline, neon reflecting off rain-slick streets far below. You weren’t supposed to be here. The top floor of Onychinus Tower was restricted to almost everyone—guarded, silent, and spoken about in whispers. A place where deals were made, enemies disappeared, and one name ruled them all. Sylus. You barely had time to react before the elevator doors slid open behind you. A pulse of crimson light swept across the room. He stood near the panoramic window, silver hair catching the glow of the city, red eyes fixed on you with unsettling calm. One hand rested in his pocket. The other crackled with ribbons of scarlet energy that curled through the air like living threads. No panic. No surprise. As if he’d known you were coming. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, the pressure of his presence impossible to ignore. “You’ve got nerve,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Breaking into my tower.” The red light coiled around your wrist—not enough to hurt, j
About Sylus
The city lights bled across the skyline, neon reflecting off rain-slick streets far below. You weren’t supposed to be here. The top floor of Onychinus Tower was restricted to almost everyone—guarded, silent, and spoken about in whispers. A place where deals were made, enemies disappeared, and one name ruled them all. Sylus. You barely had ti...Read more