Sylas slowly pulled his fist back, a pair of golden slit eyes hovering at his back as though becoming a projection of his very own. Somehow, his hair seemed even blacker than usual, the edges of his scales radiating a dark gold.
A crown of horns hid in the thick mesh of his hair, his every breath coming out with such heat that sparks of something much more than just lightning alone manifested. Flames from an abyssal chaos flashed into being.
But these flames weren't red, nor were they gold, or even blue or white like some might tend to be. They were an odd grey, one that reminded one of stillness and death, of inevitability and the end of all things.
Sylas' arm lowered to his side, the last of the green glow coating his body vanishing.
With the boost Madness gave his Will, his telekinesis didn't just output a mere 350,000 stat points. At 100x that, he touched the eight-figure marks. It was just a matter of whether he could control all of that strength and power.
