Panic would have been a proper emotion. Maybe fear, that felt right.
When one stared death in the face, it was inevitable that even the strongest of men would feel such a thing. In truth, Sylas was far too hard on himself for what happened that day in the volcano. There wasn't a single great man who had never had such a moment. And those that hadn't had simply been handed everything they had.
What decided the sort of person you were was what you chose to do after this.
Would you fold like the majority?
Or take a step forward?
For Sylas, at a moment like this, he seemed to have peeled any sort of fear or uncertainty from himself. Feeling his life slipping away, he didn't give a single thought toward this being the end.
His eyes flashed, and for the first time, he used his new Runeweaver Eyes.
