The world spun around Sylas as he collapsed. He couldn't seem to see anything, and though his mind was finally released to control the rest of his body, it was so fatigued that it couldn't even seem to do that efficiently.
He hacked up mouthfuls of blood that were so solid it almost looked as though he was vomiting up clumps of it, his body shaking from head to toe.
Sylas hacked and wheezed, his image of perfection tarnished, but to many, it didn't matter in the slightest.
He was the undisputed King of F-tier Rune Masters. He was untouchable in this generation, the past generations, and likely the next generations so long as he lived.
There had never been a person in this Sector to accomplish what he had, and to do so on such a stage.
However, the man of the hour couldn't seem to even stand properly at the moment.
