Ivy Noctis swallowed hard, her fingers trembling at her side. The others felt it too, but she was the only one who didn't step away.
"Because…" she answered, "you weren't always like this, Zylus."
Zylus tilted his head slightly, his glowing red gaze locking onto her.
"What?" he repeated calmly, "You've just never got the chance to meet the real me."
The Second-Rank clenched his fists. "This isn't just Systemic Flow. He's matched it with something else, something scary. Just look at his arms."
Both his arms had turned into stone somehow, with pink sparks going through the cracks, connecting to a color on his katana.
Zylus grinned. He smiled. Everything in the world felt weak before him.
"Both?" Zylus chuckled, his voice low and sharp, "You guys are too weak to comprehend how powerful I've truly become." He looked in the sky, raising both arms wide, and he felt evil.
