'Charisma…'
The word echoed through Sylas' mind.
He had known for a long time that his Charisma was no less important than his Will. In fact, he had a feeling that his Charisma had levels to it just like Will did.
He could feel his Charisma advancing as well, he just never really understood where its dividing lines lay. It was almost like his Charisma was hiding from him.
But after experiencing that just now, Sylas felt he had just gained an epiphany that was roaring its way through his body.
Space and Time.
Will and Charisma.
The two felt like such a perfect mirror of one another, both interlaced in so many fantastical ways, the lines between them so blurry it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended especially as you began to approach the limits of power itself.
If he wanted to draw parallels between them, he could. He could draw so many he'd grow both tired and dizzy before he reached the end of it.
But that wasn't enough.
