[Cleary my last curse wasn't enough for you, chrono. Just wait. I'm cooking up something diabolical]
'I've got it.'
Sylas' eyes flashed open, and the world swirled around him once more. He felt a strong sense of control and power as he delved into the Mesh of Reality, sinking his mind in deep as though pushing his fingers through moist piles of sand.
He sank in deeper and deeper until his Will and the Mesh of Reality around him practically had no difference whatsoever.
The two tomes began to shake—one in Sylas' palm, and the other hidden away in the Madness Key.
"Get this thing out of me," the little girl said, exasperated, throwing it out.
But Sylas could tell that she was actually being helpful, especially as the tome landed in his other palm. He had been too focused to notice the changes, but now he was feeling them in real time…
Really feeling it.
He was too obsessed with the Mesh of Reality, not realizing something that should have been fundamental from the very start.
