Sylas watched as one decoy after another snapped out of it. They gasped for air, horror on their faces.
The First Race could have never imagined that their Will Formation would be broken in this way, and by someone with clearly inferior Rune Creation to their own.
But that was precisely what made Sylas' talent so fearsome.
All this time, he was functioning with a constant lack of information. The world around him was little more than a foggy mess where every direction had something else he had never seen, something else he couldn't understand.
But Rune Creation was different for him now.
The world was still covered in fog, but he was gazing upon it from the highest peak there was. He could vaguely make out some of the peaks and crevices, he could feel out the path he needed to take ahead of time before he ever took a single step.
