Sylas fell to a knee. The splotches of black that had colored his vision came back even fiercer than before, but this time, there was no recovering. He couldn't even begin to push back against it. It was like the entire world had been overturned from little more than the push of a Will.
'No. Not just a Will. The Will of a dead Hydra.'
Sylas clenched his teeth.
Despite his situation he could tell with a thought that it was the Hydra speaking to him and not the World Serpent. He had no idea how the Hydra managed to protect a piece of its Will, but there must not be much of it left given the decomposed state of its body.
It was hard to fathom just how much relentless Will one had to have to even be willing to maintain their Will in such a situation. How many people could keep their wits about them while they were quite literally being digested even if it meant a small chance at success.
