Sylas stood high in the skies, his throne to his back, bolts of emerald flashing wildly down. Every bit of land they connected with became a sea of glass.
This battle… there was no need to extend it any longer.
SHUUUU.
Runes danced, forming a cascade of barriers around Sylas. One after another, it was like the world bent and whined.
Sylas had been out for almost six days now. He hadn't spent any time at all analyzing this world, and effectively, [Glassvolt Throne] should have taken him at least hours to raise to this level.
But he didn't have to.
That was because Nosphaleen had done it for him.
Every skill she cast, every tweak to reality she made, every shift in space and pull on gravity—she was comprehending more and more of the world around them.
Even though it wasn't perfect, for Sylas…
It was more than enough.
Waves of Demons and armies of Sanctums were turned into statues of glass, their Wills blanking out of existence, crushed to nothingness.
