Sylas didn't move immediately.
Caelum remained on one knee with blood running from the corner of his mouth, but the reaction Sylas expected never came. Instead, a grin spread across the man's face, bloody teeth showing before his head snapped up and laughter rolled across Hell.
The two Silvers behind him looked more disturbed by that than they had when their companion died.
They had watched Caelum fight often enough to understand what his Rune Mastery represented, and Sylas could see from their expressions that seeing him lose so thoroughly had shaken something fundamental in them. Even now, their gazes kept shifting between Caelum and Sylas as though they were trying to fit what had just happened into an understanding that no longer worked.
Sylas could guess why.
