Sylas appeared before the first wave of Demons, and it felt as though he had become a completely different person.
Until now, he was calm and collected, his eyes the picture of a cool chill, every one of his actions calculated and thought out countless steps ahead. While he was violent, it was nothing short of controlled. While he was merciless, it was nothing short of by design.
But the moment his canines flashed, his hair dancing into the air, his muscles rippling like steel cords layered onto one another in a fine mesh of power…
It was like he had become something else entirely.
Something that was hardly human at all.
Mixed Demonic Arts.
He slapped down the palm of a slashing Demon claw, hooking an elbow across its chin with an explosion of his telekinesis. Its head burst into a flower of poorly molded mud, but it was already snapping back together in the next instant of time.
