No Matter the Place, No Matter the Cost

Ulrik didn't give Sylas a single glance, he might as well have been air. Instead, his target was very obviously not Sylas, but Nyssa herself.

Or so it seemed.

He could have come to confront her at any time, but he chose to do it at right this moment while Sylas wasn't unconscious, but was rather very much present.

That was on purpose.

Only a toddler would think it to be any different.

Ulrik came to a stop just two meters from Nyssa's back and simply waited there. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. Nyssa knew what she should do.

On cue, Nyssa turned to face the Thryskai genius, an amiable smile plastered on her face.

"Is something the matter?"

Ulrik's lips parted almost too slowly, looking as though it was lagging behind a frame or two. He seemed to over-indulge in the feeling of the world hanging on his every word.

"It seems that you want to stand opposed to me?"