Sylas stared out at the road before him. The dullness in his gaze seemed to be slipping him further and further into obscurity, the air around him growing stale and his body almost becoming fuzzy at the same time.
The outline of his sense of self in his proprioception tingled, almost as though countless hairs across his body were standing tall. The feeling was akin to when one bent or lay on a limb awkwardly for too long, the static sense coming from one's nerves making it feel as though you were losing sense everywhere.
Sylas had maybe never been so focused in his life, so much so that his brain was losing control over his body itself. The slippage didn't stop him as his intent focused all the more.
And then, his foot raised up.
An entire three hours had passed. Yet, not a single person had looked away. In fact, the moment Sylas raised a foot, the entire world seemed to hitch its breath again.
Pa.
