Sylas opened the door to find not Ansla, but the Duchess. She was back in her cloak, and covered quite well from head to toe. Even her aura smelled different than usual, not carrying the same unique scent as before.
But he knew it was her. The one thing that was impossible to change—or at the very least he had never heard of a possible method—was one's Will.
A glove-covered palm pressed against the door and Sylas was forced to take a step back to accommodate her entrance.
Before he could say much, the door had slammed shut behind him, and a vial was practically bulldozed through his chest.
Sylas looked down at the vial, his Runeweaver Eyes already capable of seeing through the Runes that formed it. It wasn't poison, it was a Healing Elixir. A powerful one at that.
But it was designed for Demons and formed from Demonic Runes. If he drank it…
Well, honestly, he wasn't sure of what the result would be.
