Sylas took a deep breath, but it didn't seem to be enough. He looked down at his hand and somehow felt like it had tripled. Three sets of thumbs and twelve fingers floated out in an odd frequency of space, passing through reality as though both real and not.
He shook his head.
The effort of deciphering the Rhino Armor wasn't the problem. It would hardly take him much effort. He just hadn't done it in the past because he had no interest.
The real issue was slowing the activation of the formation. Fighting back against Runes that much stronger than himself wasn't something he should have done. It was a miracle he was standing at all.
Honestly, he couldn't recall the last time he had felt this weak.
[Maddened Enlightenment] was working in overdrive, his Will trying to quickly recover, but he had surprisingly reached a state he hadn't even known was possible. He was too tired to even focus.
