Sylas hardly reacted to the pain, his Will clamping down on his body and tearing the Aether about to rampage within him apart. Authrione felt his connection to the Skill he was about to activate sever.
What remained of Sylas' shoes shattered, his feet and Scorned Wraps gliding back along the raging tides. In the depths of his eyes, he carried a calculating glow.
In a flashing instant, dozens of Runes appeared in the air, compressing and then shattering upon themselves.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Authrione was swallowed by the blast, and Sylas stomped a foot down hard, his body churning with a mass of compressed Aether. That single foot seemed to leave behind shockwaves no less powerful than Authrione's, but it wasn't a product of strength—it was a product of his control over the world around him.
He bent it to his Will, fighting back against Authrione's Comprehension and strength to pull the world into his favor. His Fathomless Depths seemed to want to swallow the entire world.
