Sylas felt a thrumming sense of excitement within him. It was an emotion that he couldn't remember ever feeling so clearly before. But in the end, he was still human.
Not long ago, he had fallen into an abyss, feeling as though nothing he did would ever be good enough. His foundation was too weak—not due to any fault of his own, but because circumstances kept slapping against him without giving him the chance to make up for any weaknesses he might have had.
It wasn't just that his parents hadn't given him as good of a foundation as others, but even if they had, because he shouldered the responsibility of Earth, he had had no choice but to suffer in silence, improving beyond Level 0 long before he was ready.
