Sylas watched as the Clypsians went off to follow his orders. He knew that this plan would succeed. The Sylphs would be taken completely off guard, and though they most definitely had contingencies for a prison break, what they most certainly didn't have were plans for dealing with one that happened without the slightest sound.
There were so many failsafes and hidden mechanisms that Sylas had stumbled into that he was sure of this. But none of them could have expected that he would have a method of slipping through that didn't require triggering any of them.
Everything hitched on one thing…
That Sylas would get his hands on an Overlord.
If yes, then everything would be fine.
If not…
'A Plan B…'
Sylas didn't have one. At least, he didn't have one that would involve anything other than running. And unfortunately, that would be much tougher to do when he had already sacrificed his vessel to lay out the trap.
