[Bonus chapter thanks to TheFallofAllThings. Can't wait to drop GA with one chapter left and ruin all your lives]
Crimson and gold swirled into pauldrons for Sylas' shoulders, his hair dancing wildly in the wind as an armor more ancient than time itself took final shape.
It seemed to lift him up to his feet as though it refused to allow him to lie on his back, the canines that formed the enclosure of his helmet baring themselves to the world, but then casually opening up as though the face of a King shouldn't be hidden either.
Sylas' hands opened out wide, and silence fell. The howling winds, the thundering clouds, the shaking earth... all of them froze.
And then he clapped.
BANG.
A wave of destruction took shape, a cyclone of spinning gray flames and black Runes surged, appearing before Salivar so fast he barely had the time to dodge to the side.
