Sylas swept his gaze across the storm of pink, blue, and violet Will surrounding him with almost careless disregard. He had never seen so many Mesmeryx gathered in one place before, and until now he had disdained to use Vipermancy against any of them because there had simply been no need.
Why use a sledgehammer to crush an ant when the weight of a finger was enough?
Even so, there were parts of Vipermancy he couldn't simply turn off because he felt like it, and the intuition that came from comprehending Serpentes was one of them.
That understanding unfolded the attack before him almost instantly, exposing the span, scope, and intricacies of the Mesmeryx formation despite how many individual Wills were involved. The more Sylas looked, the more elegant the construction became.
