Caelum was becoming more troublesome with every exchange.
The crude Space he had stolen only minutes ago was already settling into his Rune Path, not because he had suddenly understood Fathomless Spacetime, but because Greed refused to accept that something Sylas possessed could remain beyond him.
Time repeated every formation Sylas created, Order broke those repetitions into pieces, and the influence of Scurrying Madness consumed whatever fragments Caelum managed to understand before forcing them back together inside his own domain.
Sylas shifted between three folds of Space as golden mechanisms closed around him, only for Caelum to predict the final destination and arrive there first. A hand wrapped in compressed Time reached for Sylas' throat, forcing him to reverse the relative positions of two nearby Strokes and twist the attack into empty space before Caelum could drain anything from him.
