The power was overwhelming. It was the sort of presence that made one feel as though they were a small boat in the raging tide of an ocean, an ant watching as a foot stomped down from above, a thin rod of silvery metal as the skies boomed with thunder.
Sylas frowned, entirely unable to control his body. There was no amount of King Slayer or True Pride Seed that seemed capable of changing anything. It was like if this existence wanted to wipe him out right this moment, they could do so.
It was for this very reason he had taken so long to come to the Sanctum. Even though he was on a time crunch, even though he knew that there was only so much improvement he could do on his own, he was still insistent on building up enough power first before he came here.
