Sylas waved a hand and his mother vanished.
Then he turned around, with the same slow, unbothered steps, he crossed the threshold until he stood before a man who once stood as tall as he had.
His father was 6'3", easily. But Sylas had shot up far beyond that, the changes to his body, bloodline, and his various actions across the universe having fundamentally changed him.
Now, Sylas stood even taller than before, crossing the barrier to 6'10" and seemingly approaching as much as seven feet tall. It wasn't that he wanted to be that tall, but instead that with the potential of his body constantly being leached out, there was a certain point where the power couldn't be contained within himself anymore.
His father, though, seemed to be radiating a deathly sort of aura, so focused and primed he looked like he would kill at the slightest provocation.
There wasn't the slightest scent of fear on his Will, a deep resounding confidence coming from him.
