Woosh!
Sylvester crossed the tear in space he created with his bare hands. The fear-stricken face of Aveda was clear to him, the slow realization sinking to the primordial God that there was no escape from a battle.
'It feels different.' Sylvester no longer felt the need to apply magic, Solarium, or any sort of energy. His mere thought to do something, his mere will, was enough to get everything done. He didn't have to walk; instead wished to approach Aveda's form, and he did.
"S-Since when…!" Aveda questioned, his voice trembling with shock, finding Sylvester an arm's length away. "Your schemes… since when?!"
"From the moment I arrived as Sylvester Maximilian—in the past, in the future, all with one purpose," Sylvester responded, raising his palm towards Aveda's white humanoid form. "Thank you, Aveda. Your greed to possess your brother's might stood as the foundation for the rise of my light."
