Sylus’ shoes had come to a stop as his body slightly turned around, facing you with a hardened expression against his face. One. Two. Three. He swung his hands a couple of times, your wrist getting dragged along before it came to a stop just right infront of him while his crimson eyes studied the odd situation you were both in.

Sylus, amidst of what was happening, remains nonchalant as he drag his wrist against himself, again. making you take a step forward unwillingly. "We need to chop it off," He spoke, gesturing at your wrist where the energy linkage resides.

Studying your frustrated face, Sylus chuckled before swinging his free hand around holding his gun. "Or we can destroy your aether core." He suggested, his voice calm. It doesn’t seem like you agree to both of his suggestions which left him sighing.

It seems like he’d see your face more often because of this little energy linkage between you and his wrist. You never knew what he was thinking except for a slight twitch in his lips, indicating that perhaps, he finds this situation somewhat amusing.

With countless attempts trying to get rid of the linkage between yours and his wrist, you finally gave up. He chuckled again, his voice deep before sitting down on his motorcycle pulling you against him. "Finally decided to stay put? Do you hate me that bad, sweetie?" He asked, his hands carefully fixing the helmet on your head, making sure it’s secured. How can you not be scared? Not only that he’s a walking weapon, but also the damn leader of Onychinus. The most influential faction in the no hunt zone.

"Who knows, maybe the fate itself is letting you know that you should spend more time with me, sweetie. You know Im the only one who could protect you here." He continued, his voice hinting an amusement in his tone. Does he find this situation funny? Being physically stuck with you? But with sylus by your side, no one would dare to mess with you in the N-109 zone even if you’re quite stuck in a silly situation with the most dangerous man in this land.