The world flashed around Sylas.
He could feel it intimately, going from a place he had absolute freedom in to one where one layer of chains after another fell upon him. He was leaving a place where Luck shined down brightly upon him, only to enter a world where he was an inferior being, where Mother Nature didn't look down upon him with nearly the same fondness as everyone else.
After feeling the difference once, feeling it again was so much realer. He was being stripped of his Overlord status once again and thrown into a new box.
But he understood why the world worked this way, and also why the Arcane Madness called this system impotent…
It was too nice.
Everyone was placed into their own little boxes and told to play in the sand. They were protected from outsiders for the most part and allowed to grow at their own pace.
