Another chain snapped behind the doors, and the pressure rolling through Hell grew heavier with it as Greed pressed against everything within reach. Sylas felt the change before the sound finished traveling, the influence no longer behaving like an aura so much as a demand that everything nearby become something worth possessing.
Caelum took the worst of it, whatever little control he had left snapping after Sylas snatched something he truly wanted. The last traces of white vanishing from his eyes while the mechanical pieces buried within his sockets rotated without any of the control they had shown before.
His golden domain shuddered and then expanded with enough force to push the five Fallen Madness Disciples backward despite how much stronger their resonance had already made them.
