The Hydra didn't reply immediately, but then swiftly and suddenly burst into a chorus of laughter. Sylas' skull fractured, his eye rupturing beneath the pressure. At this point, blood wasn't just pouring out of the corners and ducts of his eyes anymore, they were pouring out from the torn fleshy pulp itself.
"Do I want to live? Do you think you can save me? What? You want to stuff my Will into your little self-created meat puppet? Do you think I cannot tell that your Profession reeks of Serpents? You want me to lower my head and become one of them, one of the bastards who've hunted my kind from the very beginning?
"If you weren't the slightest bit entertaining, Mortal boy, I would have already killed you!"
The voice thundered and Sylas' skin burst apart into a rain of blood. It looked like he had been skinned alive, but worst yet, the World Serpent's digestive system began to react to the influx of nutrients as small as it might be.
