"Because you are me—I am you."
As soon as Solis' words reached his mind, Sylvester lost himself to a burst of visions that took over his cosmic consciousness. The scenes flashed before his thoughts as if he had always known them—his own actions, his own manipulations.
Left as a chaotic bundle of energy, Sylvester's uncontrolled expansion of his body stopped abruptly. But the chaotic energies floating around him didn't end, still spreading in every direction in long flares akin to fiery ribbons, lashing at anything that dared to come closer.
Aveda maintained his distance, furious and confused about what was happening. Why wasn't Sylvester under his control already? Why does he continuously grow stronger right before him?
Boom!
Silent, and yet deadly, Sylvester's body continued to grow, lashing out whenever Aveda tried to approach and contain the godly energy. This energy was no longer in Sylvester's control, and his very existence had taken over as his instinct to live.
