[Bonus thanks to Ricky_D_Reader <3]
Sylas looked at the notification screen quite calmly. The crimson pillar of light before him suddenly expanded, swallowing him whole and then increasing its range even further beyond.
As the pillar expanded, the color grew more translucent, until it became a dome that protected the region. Even those that had been near Sylas just moments ago were pushed away, forced to retreat until they opened up a space that was kilometers wide.
Sylas took a breath and exhaled. With a shake of his head, he pulled his trench coat off, folding it with meticulous sweeps of his arms and hands. Once he was finished, he put it away in a spatial ring and began to roll up his sleeves, unbuttoning the wrists and carefully folding them once, twice, then thrice.
It seemed that his time here had become significantly more annoying.
…
The middle-aged man slowly stood to his feet, his eyes as bright as torches.
