The cannon seemed to wink out, and the aura blazing over from a distance came to a stop.
The voice never appeared, and their question was only rhetorical, and yet it seemed to stop everything. There was no need for a warning, no need for a reprimand. In fact, he had already disappeared by the time the last of its words echoed, as though it already knew what the result would be the moment it spoke.
Sylas looked up to the skies for a long while, before his gaze shifted, landing on an inconspicuous shape in the distance.
It looked like three blocks of black rectangular prisms stacked together—one lengthwise and the other two across its width. Of the latter two, one was stacked near the front and across the top, while the latter was stacked near the back and across the bottom.
It didn't look like it followed any sort of aerodynamic physics at all, and yet Sylas came to a shocking realization.
