Sylas met their gazes without the slightest fluctuation, his eyes as icy cold as they could be without flashing white silvery blues. He reached out a palm, flipping it upward.
At that moment, there was a raging change, flames pulsing to life.
Pa. Pa. Pa.
Sylas' Scorned Wraps extended, piercing through the ground.
The dome shuddered, twisting and dancing until—
Shu.
Sylas suddenly appeared out of it. As though a god of war, flames incinerated his dress shirt through, snaking lines of bandaged wraps dancing through the skies.
BANG.
Kraziel and Veyric's expressions changed. Tapping a foot, they accelerated backward, barely dodging out of the impact of Sylas' feet.
Sylas didn't look to chase after them first, his gaze turning to Alex and Jala.
"You two. Go inside."
Sylas didn't wait for their reply, a flash of spatial Runes dancing around them and forcefully countering their Wills. In an instant, they were flashed into the dome.
