A pair of figures appeared at the edge of a crater, looking down from above toward what they thought was Sylas' corpse. Slug tails swung slowly behind them as they licked their lips.
Go.
They made the decision and shot forward at the same time. They didn't know what happened to Sylas, but how could they miss out on this opportunity?
BANG!
They didn't even see what happened before their bodies were burnt to an absolute crisp.
Sylas' Will was very much still alive, like a thriving but slumbering beast. Manifesting of its own volition, it lengthened his Scorned Wraps, slapping out with a momentum that burned them to a crisp.
But, Sylas' expression became several orders paler. Every time it happened, he lost a little bit more of himself.
