[0809] The One Who Pulls the Strings

Sylas had no intention of accepting his fate. From the moment he chose to escape Nullstone Prison, he had decided to become someone bound by nothing.

Unfortunately, under the influence of the bloodline pact, he didn't even have the right to say no.

Sylas lacked the necessary understanding of basic magical theory, so he clearly had no idea what accepting an infusion of bloodline power would entail. And since he had only just awoken from the dream's drain, his mind was still a haze. It was no surprise that Lissandra had caught him off guard.

So when Sylas realized that simply thinking about breaking his agreement with Lissandra would bring a painful backlash, he wisely put those plans aside for the time being.

Come to think of it, the only upside seemed to be that the pact had no time limit. At least it wouldn't activate just because he delayed—wait, I swear I absolutely won't delay.

This was a complete disaster.

After clearing the shards of glass from the bed and giving himself some basic bandaging and treatment, Sylas lay down for the second time.

He no longer tossed and turned. This time, he slipped easily into the dream and then "saw" Lissandra.

In the dream, Sylas seemed to be back in the cold, gloomy Frostguard Citadel, back in the hall where Lissandra had received him. The Frost Witch sat in the center of the hall. Her eyes were still veiled in ice, but Sylas could keenly sense that she was watching him.

The Frost Witch's gaze.

"Don't forget why you returned to Demacia, Sylas." She seemed not to have spoken at all, yet Sylas heard her words clearly. "Your fate has been anchored. It cannot be changed or defied."

Sylas wanted to say something.

But unfortunately, he couldn't open