Sylas' Aether Pathways thrummed.
From an outsider's perspective, it looked as though a second, illusory form of himself was trying to peel away from his body, almost as though he had been possessed by someone who looked completely identical to himself.
An Aether with a strong spatial—but also chaotic—character to it shook the space around Sylas and made it even harder to tell exactly what was going on.
One vibration. A second. A third.
Pa.
The bubble suddenly popped and Sylas stepped forward, his body leaving afterimages in his wake. This wasn't because of his speed. If anything, he was moving even slower than he had in the Envy Aether Maze.
Instead, that illusory version of himself seemed to continuously lag behind, almost as though it couldn't decide whether it wanted to be a part of Sylas or not.
A second bubble took shape by Sylas, latching onto his shoulder.
Pa.
'0.42… still not fast enough.'
