Sylas didn't seem to care about what he had just done in the slightest.
He had already said it before, no one in this world could stop him from killing who he wanted to kill, and the power of his eyes had finally reached a level where even the God Plane wouldn't be able to casually dismiss them.
Deconstructing a Rune Mesh of that quality should have been beyond him, because although it had been anchored to the body of a C-tier, the structure itself had been fueled by God Aura and reinforced by the Will of an ancestor whose existence stood far above the Demi-God Plane.
Yet Sylas had torn it apart without much difficulty.
The more important change wasn't some fancy new function added to his eyes, because Runeweaver still did what Runeweaver had always done.
The Weaving Irises constructed and joined, the Unravelling Pupils separated and dismantled, while Sylas' evolution had simply driven both halves to a level that would have been absurd before.
