Sylas walked across the starry skies until the unfinished bridge between Heavens stretched clearly across his vision, then came to a stop without so much as glancing behind him.
Dry Mouth, Iskaleth, and Sarethvane finally caught up several breaths later, each of them breathing hard from the effort it had taken to follow, though exhaustion hadn't dulled the sharpness in their gazes.
Sylas barely paid them any attention because his focus had already settled on the distant chaos, particularly the gaps still forming throughout the bridge.
From what he understood of the Heaven System, something like this should have been completed almost instantly. It wasn't so impotent that constructing a stable pathway between two Heavens should require this much time, especially when it had already decided to trigger the event in the first place.
That meant someone was either deliberately slowing the process, or the system itself had decided to drag things out.
