Sylas stood on a battlefield all alone, his chest moving rhythmically and yet his breath sounding akin to a steaming engine. Violent upswells of heated air billowed out from his lungs as though a dragon breathing fire, the air sparking with emerald streaks of lightning from time to time.
Nothing but carnage was laid at his feet.
Sylas looked up into the skies. 'Three hours.'
He nodded to himself.
With the help of the 040 Sanctum, it took him 21 hours to finish wiping out the entire army. Granted, there were two armies, but there had been far more than just Sylas alone.
This time, however, Sylas took a seventh of the time all on his own, despite the fact this Demon Wave was stronger than the last. It was a result that no one had expected at all, but it was one that Sylas had known was possible from the very moment he saw that his enemies were somehow breaking the rules and wearing armors.
