Thessa lowered her bow. There wasn't exactly a sneer on her face, but the expression she wore oozed a smugness. She had known how this would end from the very beginning, there was simply little chance at all of her having ever lost this battle.
In her opinion, even if Sylas did find a way to heal from this, it would have little meaning. The gap was too large, and whatever he would have to do in order to heal would take a lot out of him. The pressure that would come from that would only put him in an even worse position.
Chi.
Thessa's pupils constricted into pinholes.
The time lock around Sylas shattered, and then he appeared. The version of himself trapped in the present with a hole in his chest vanished, and a new version of him appeared, one who hadn't been marred or touched by her arrow at all.
