Sylas' body was rapidly approaching a state of shutting down as the chill in his eyes grew deeper. He didn't spare a single thought toward the odds that he would fall like this.
He didn't.
There were too many people relying on him, and somehow, even more important than that, there was an unwillingness in him.
How embarrassing would it be to die because of such a foolish, idiotic mistake?
Withstanding the pain ripping through him, Sylas slammed his palms together, a radiant Will blooming forth. He wasn't paying attention to Reaper Sealwright at all. In fact, he wasn't even looking toward his multi-brain quantum computer either.
His focus was on something entirely different.
The whistle.
A-Grade Medley's whistle had shattered to pieces, rended to nothingness… or so it seemed.
But to the Mesh of Reality, that wasn't exactly true, now was it?
