Tiere froze, her eyes widening.
Sylas stood there in a full Scorpion Warlord Armor, crafted in the mere blink of an eye.
Chi. Chi. Chi.
Sparks flew as his claws clamped down on the scythe, slowing its momentum until he flipped once with it.
BANG!
Sylas landed on the ground, slamming the blade into the earth beneath him and leaving it embedded deep and buried.
Taking a breath, Sylas cracked his neck, his sunglasses shattering beneath bolts of sparking emerald. He took a step forward, his body lowering.
But then he suddenly disappeared into the earth, the scythe coming with him.
Tiere snapped back to attention immediately. She could completely form the First Layer armor. But the Second and Third were beyond her. However, the reason she had only formed the helm was that she physically couldn't cast that fast.
Sylas had somehow done it in the blink of an eye and between an imposing action by his Will at that.
What kind of monster was he?
