[Bonus thanks to Kalinus Compelling Gaze]
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[Suppressive Scouting] activated at the most opportune ti. It felt as though a sledgehamr had suddenly pressed down onto Israeal’s forehead.
His attempt to open his third eye was interrupted, and a violent pulse of light ca from Sylas’ own, making him feel a stinging pain in his own.
Lines of Will ford in the skies, a Runic thod that Sylas hadn’t used since the Split Realm appearing once again—but this ti, countless tis more powerful than before.
It was ironic. He had learned these Runes from a Thryskai, Aki Pervon. It was what taught him how to apply his Will directly onto the world in ways he never had before.
Now, he had countless thods of doing so. Like an artisan picking from his box of tools, he picked out the perfect one for the job.
His fist drove into Israeal’s stomach before the latter could react, his body shifting and moving as an avalanche of blows ca from all sides, one fluid motion feeding into the next as Sylas’ next move seed entirely unpredictable.
He could feel it coming. He knew that the Dungeon was about to interfere. The mont it felt that Israeal was helpless, it would act—just like it had last ti. It wouldn’t wait for the death blow.
And right at that very instant...
Sylas roared.
[Glassvolt Throne].
The suppressed erald lightning in Sylas’ gaze finally unwound, rampaging out of control and shocking the world around him. At the sa ti, his loose Scorned Wraps ford a cocoon around them.
This Dungeon—it was a closed world of its own. And ever since the start, Sylas had been observing its Runes in silence.
It was nowhere near as complicated as a true world, and because of that...
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[... But its power will be dependent on your understanding of the world you stand in.]
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It played right into Sylas’ hands.
Chi.
Sylas’ claws flashed, [Chaotic nace] extending them into a bladed mass of slashing sharpness that took Israeal’s head.
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