Sylas' Demonic Will churned, his Charisma pressing itself down onto the world with such force that—.
BANG.
Thessa fell heavily to a knee. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes fading for a moment as though her Will would be snuffed out by Sylas' presence alone.
Seemingly realizing that death was too close on the horizon, she roared and snapped out of it, her feet tapping at the ground until she expanded the distance as far as she could without slamming into the wall that blocked the outside from them.
Sylas breathed evenly, sparking flames continuing to form out from the corners of his mouth. Every time it did, another part of his body was burned away just a little bit. But he didn't seem to notice at all.
Thessa looked at Sylas and she fell into a daze for a moment. In that instant, she was sure that she had never seen a man more handsome, more perfect in her life.
