Sylas tracked the knee through the air. Runes flickered at his chin, spatial distortions twitching and bending the air around him.
The Prince's knee landed, or rather it looked and felt like it did, until it didn't. The Prince's hip stretched through, his leg passing through Sylas' flesh and bone as though it wasn't there at all.
In his dazed state, the Prince didn't understand what happened at all, but Thessa felt her heart skip a beat. What level of Rune Mastery was that? How could Sylas make something phase through him like that and in such a short time?
It would have required precise control of every cell in that part of his body, and then to somehow put them all back together without killing himself—.
BANG.
But now, that was hardly the only problem. Forcing something to phase through you required also countering the Prince so that his Will couldn't disrupt anything.
Any one of those feats was simply… impossible.
