Sylas walked forward until he was just a meter away from Casteel, his gaze calm. The latter was actually quite a bit taller than him, and to his credit, even with the shocking damage he had taken, his Will had held on for long enough that his Armor was still attempting to reform itself.
He wanted to growl, to rage, but his body was already beginning to shut down. Vaguely, he could hear his allies dying all around him, and he barely registered the fact that while Sylas was fighting them, he was still slaughtering an army of over 200 more all on his own.
How many ways could he split his attention? Why didn't he even need to summon his Warlord Armor? Was he even capable of summoning it?
Sylas just looked at him for a moment as though trying to see him breathe his last. But that was just what Casteel thought was happening. In fact, Sylas was waiting, curious to see if he had something else hidden in his sleeve, some new method Sylas had never seen, maybe a unique Rune Master method.
