Dresdun's eyes opened wide. "Impossible!"
His disks were mediums through which he could calculate the mysteries of the world themselves. Telekinesis was just a projection of a person's Will—how could it possibly match up to the Will of a world?
Trying to freeze his disks in the air with telekinesis alone would require—
A realization hit Dresdun as he felt his mind practically smoking out steam from the strain. Veins pulsed across his forehead, and in that moment, he had no choice but to turn his attention to a part of his mind he had always let run on autopilot.
Seeing the state of his Wisdom being drained continuously, he reached out to stop it, but he was still a step too late.
His Wisdom ran on empty and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He collapsed right there, foaming at the mouth as his disks fell limply to the ground.
Sylas didn't pay any attention to him, swiping out a hand and causing the disks to land in a neat pile on his palm.
