Sylas' eyes flashed in recognition. In an instant of time, his Will split countless ways, taking hold of the folds of space across various regions in a seemingly infinite stream. And then, in a single flash, he bent all of them.
The direction through which the yellow slit eyes were moving was suddenly diverted. As though it had tried to strike at something beneath the surface of churning currents of water, it completely missed, its body slipping past Sylas and Nosphaleen.
Nosphaleen was almost instantly on alert, but the beast Yamero had moved so fast that she was still far too slow to react. And how could she be anything other than slow compared to an A-tier? Sylas was only fast enough because he had known Yamero was here from the very beginning.
He hadn't been reacting in the first place. He had been taking control of the situation.
