OLD HABITS DIE HARD. OLD PEOPLE TOO
Sylvester didn’t spend too much time at Verity’s place. She was more than happy to see him, but more eager, it seemed, for him to become a more powerful version of even his previous self.
She pointed him in the direction he needed to go and urged him to take off without further hesitation.
“You are going to be our savior when things bigger than we could have ever fathomed would come our way, boss…our big gun, if you will,” she said as she saw him off to the door.
“Really?” Sylvester chuckled half-wittily, “And what makes you think something is coming?” he asked.
“We stand in the pinnacle of cultivation, Sir. Powers beyond mortal understanding. You think that power was just left for us to discover and play with?” she asked with a knowing look poised
