Sylas stood in a waterfall of his own blood, his breathing slow and even. If not for the clear wounds on him, judging by the cadence of his breath alone, it would have been impossible to tell that he should be in any pain at all.
Before him, a shimmering Gene Talent Rune sat, complete and whole.
Its responsiveness was akin to an extension of his limbs, an extra bit of proprioception that was embedded into his very psyche. He had simply never been so close, so intimate with a Rune before.
And at that moment, he felt a shudder deep within him. The Seed of his Rune Spark pulsed with light no less radiant than the Rune before him. And as though a resonance had been formed between it and his Seed, the two fed off of one another.
'I… succeeded…'
The surprise in Sylas' tone was because he thought he would fail. Like he had said, he had no intention of losing, no matter the cost, no matter how far he had to push himself.