[Bonus thanks to Bryson_Clark <3 this sis starting to become a recurring theme... I wouldn't want to curse you out like I have ... certain others]
Nosphaleen's orifices bled, erupting with fountains of crimson, and Kraziel awoke, the illusion he had been trapped in shattering the instant Nosphaleen was sent flying back.
However, there was someone who didn't take a step back.
Sylas.
His body was frozen in place, but his Will was not. With a thought, his Scorned Wraps reached forward in place of his hand, catching Veyric's wrist and pulling him toward his palm.
Sylas roared and his True Pride Seed took effect, wrapping around him and forming a world under his Will's control.
The suppression of the B-tier vanished in the blink of an eye and Sylas pulled up hard.
"Fire," he said coldly.
The cannons of their vessel churned.
