Sylas felt as though the Aether in his body was being pulled by a greater existence, almost like a God had reached down from the skies and pierced a hand through his chest, yanking at his heart.
His arteries and veins snapped, the valves of his most precious organ squeezing and bursting beneath the pressure.
It was nothing more than an illusion, and yet his heart constricted just the same, his skin turning red under the strain so much so that the scales that coated him began to glow the very same crimson through the cracks and crevices that separated them.
The forest all around them began to die in real time, a strong lifeforce that once suffused it all pooling into the King Serpent's body as it grew stronger and larger.
It had already been kilometers in length, but it more than doubled in size in an instant, reaching over 50 kilometers in the blink of an eye.
