The space was expansive, so large that it shouldn't have been possible to see everyone without them curving out of the line of sight of a horizon. And yet, you could.
It was either this planet they were on was incredibly large, or it wasn't a planet at all, but rather some fabricated flat plane with a diameter beyond imagination.
Sylas looked around slowly.
Every Sanctum was separated into pies—slices of this expanse of silvery black. There weren't any obvious divisions, but it didn't take a genius Rune Master to feel out the barriers between them all, probably some sort of method of trying to keep them separate and clashes down.
With how much was at stake for these, it was pretty commonplace for some to try and kill targets.
In such a situation, probably the highest priority targets would be those who were still standing and yet weak, much like Sylas.
