"SYLAS!"
Nosphaleen felt as though her heart had suddenly been ripped out from her chest. The blood drained from her face, her knees collapsing to the ground so hard it practically cratered as she caught Sylas' corpse before it landed.
A wisp of blue and silver rose out from where Sylas' head had once been, the jagged edges of bleeding flesh and just the slightest protrusion of what had once been his spine poking out in the oozing red.
Nosphaleen didn't know what to do with her hands, she simply couldn't believe what had just happened.
One moment, Sylas was on top of the world like he always was, and in the next moment he was… nothing.
From dust to dust.
An echo whispered in her ears as though the world itself was lamenting Sylas' death.
Someone like the Hydra wasn't foolish enough to just destroy Sylas' head and call it a day. He destroyed the very Will that Sylas had been so proud of. Sylas was dead before his head even fully exploded. There was nothing of him left.
