Sylas' back was faced to the new arrivals, his hands resting in his pockets. The blasting winds, still churning from the descent of the enormous star ship, shifted his hair and trench coat in the wind, the heft of the former seemingly not stopping its dancing in the air.
Even now, he was still mostly focused on the star ship, the Skarzok and Cervidon a distant thought in the back of his mind. But as he slowly grasped what he wanted to from the star ship, he regained his focus, feeling the two Wills practically firmly locked onto his back.
There was a flicker in Sylas' eyes, and both shattered instantly.
The Skarzok and Cervidon both felt their minds warp for a moment, but they shook their heads, reacting much more favorably to a repulsion of their Wills than Sylas had ever seen before. Given the fact they were both in the F-tier, this made Sylas all the more curious.
