Sylas stepped onto the jagged edge of the hole he had torn through the warship as the vessel continued falling toward the chaos below, then lifted himself back into the air with a single step.
He hovered there while twisted metal, broken formations, and the corpses of the Kiver vanished beneath him, carrying himself as though the destruction behind him had nothing to do with him.
Vaelith watched from nearby with the corner of her lip twitching, while even Yamero had gone quiet for a moment.
Not far away, the remnants of Vaelith's Clan attendants stood aboard their own vessel and stared.
At first, none of them had understood who the young man was that had managed to make their ice princess leave her ship personally to greet him, but now they didn't need anyone to explain. An entire Guild's representatives had just been wiped out in minutes, and as some of them replayed what they had seen, they realized it might not have even taken that long.
