Sylas' eyes flashed like lightning, arcs of emerald and violet shaping within them.
The Will of this creature was on a level he had never seen before in a single entity. The First Race had been powerful, but they were using formations of countless people and also relying on the black mountain. As for Hell's Will strength, it had been muted and restrained within his body, so Sylas hadn't been able to make it out.
But the Will of this beast was able to take Wills and forcefully compress them into a single being.
No, not just a Will, but the sea of complexity that was an entire world. A simplified world—that being the Dungeons—but a world nonetheless.
Not only did it force them to fuse, these Dungeons were now in a state where they had no choice but to act as though it had always been one from the very beginning, forming a Dungeon so powerful it should have never appeared in this plane to begin with.
This strength, it was one of the abilities of a World Serpent taken to an extreme.
