Sylar drew a deep, steady breath as he emptied his mind. All useless thoughts faded, replaced by a single, sharpened intention.
Kill.
That clarity of purpose ignited the strength of his Logos, the dark-blue aura surging around him with renewed, almost feral intensity.
[Strength increased by 10 points]
Using the last of his Free Points, Sylar stepped forward.
Across from him, Pierce moved as well. His new form was monstrous, but it was the faint clarity in his eyes that alarmed Sylar the most. Whatever transformation the figurine had triggered was not only physical; Pierce's mind and will had been reforged as well.
It was hard to tell if the original Pierce still existed inside that demon-like shell, or if he had been entirely consumed. Not that it mattered. In this moment, there was only one relevant truth: he was more powerful than ever.
