Sylas walked forward, Runes dancing around him.
He could feel the Domain of Hell oppressing him, fighting against his swirling formation of dancing spacetime. This was the Domain of Earth, not of the Sea.
But Sylas had never been one to bend to the Will of another.
He fought back against the solid, oppressive wall with crashing waves of relentless Will. His Pride formed tides, his Infinite Will forming one Soul Construct of world-toppling tsunamis after another.
This wasn't just a figure of speech. The reality played out in real time.
Spacetime was pulled into flowing currents and Runes spontaneously formed into their folds. The whims of the world were bent around Sylas as though he was twisting reality itself to his whims.
