Sylas looked up at it, but it felt like he was hardly the one doing so at all. By all logical reason, his Will should have overwhelmed the Ruby Finger Serpent; the gap between them was unfathomable.
Yet, the desires of the Ruby Finger Serpent were so strong that Sylas found himself losing himself a bit. He wasn't just Sylas anymore, he was also the Ruby Finger Serpent.
He could feel all of its hopes, all of its grievances, its very hatred for the lightning above. That hatred was instinctual, buried deep within its bones. There was no real understanding of it, no real manifestation of intelligence or thought that surrounded it.
And yet, that hatred was no less visceral.
Watching the bolt come down toward him, piercing right through his Hibernation Realm as though it wasn't truly a secret, private space at all, Sylas seemed lost in a daze.
He didn't move, his body having shrunk to the small, infantile nature of the Ruby Finger Serpent, and as did his thoughts.
