Bendazi ripped his arms down to break free of Sylas, the dagger aiming for the latter's neck still arching down with menace.
Sylas' expression became deathly cold.
He didn't have time for this. If you were inferior, admit it.
Sylas' telekinesis increased in strength, his grip on Bendazi's arm strengthening.
With a kick, he targeted Bendazi's knee, bending it in the wrong direction. The Ravult Race leader had already been pulling all his weight down in an attempt to pull free of Sylas. The instant he lost this pivot point, his entire body came crashing down.
A pillar of telekinesis fell from above, smashing him even further into the ground as Sylas released his hands, pressing a foot onto his head.
"This is your last chance," Sylas said coldly.
Sylas didn't want to kill if he didn't have to, not because he had grown soft, but instead because doing so would cause issues.
