Sylas seemed to be completely at peace. He finished tightening his Scorned Wraps, his heart rate beginning to pick up again as though he was warming up.
With a flash, the Hollow Wing appeared beneath him and it spun.
A sea of warriors appeared, and in a single blink—and the slightest flap of its wings—the Hollow Wing vanished.
Sylas appeared high in the skies, barely beneath the dome that blocked Ancestor Entrim out. It was almost like he had done it on purpose.
Even if he was only within hundreds of kilometers, it might as well have been arm's reach for an expert like her. Yet, he was barely 50 meters away now, and she knew she couldn't touch a single hair on his head.
Sylas, though, did nothing. His eyes had closed once more, his blood-covered, fabric-torn body standing tall and straight.
