The surging Aether came to a slow stop, and the world seemed to exhale as though a great pressure that had been placed onto it had finally relaxed.
Sylas stood at the center of it all, looking out into the distance. He had already decided what he was going to do. After a moment, he took a seat and closed his eyes.
He directly fell asleep.
…
Sylas was entirely too unpredictable. Maybe of all the things everyone expected of him now, sleeping was at the bottom of the list. But not long ago, the last thing they would have expected of him was fighting against an entire wave on his own—especially since moments earlier, he had looked like he had extended himself to the very ends of his rope to deal with the first wave.
Even so, this somehow seemed even more shocking than taking on the first wave should have been.
