The world rocked, and Sylas felt as though his entire body had been thrown into chaos.
'Not good…'
It was the one thought he seemed capable of having at all. In this sort of situation, pain wasn't something to avoid. In fact, it was something he hoped to feel. If he could feel pain, it meant his body was still there, it was still intact—he could still feel and experience what it meant to be alive.
If all he could feel was chaos… was there even a body of his own remaining at all? Was he still alive?
He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even feel. It was like he had already been blasted to smithereens, nothing remaining of himself outside of the Will he was so proud of—a Will that was so powerful that he would get the privilege of experiencing the last moments of his life.
'I failed.'
