Sylas could feel what was coming immediately. It was likely that this rush was going to help him to Level up quickly. In fact, he might gain as much as 20 or 30 Levels in one go.
This blessing was supposed to be something that was parsed between 40 or so individuals with various degrees of help. But not only was Sylas in a team on his own, he was the only "team" that had even made it here to begin with.
With this sort of baptism, he could probably make it to Level 50 in a single go. However, that was the absolute last thing he wanted right now.
He subconsciously staved off the Mature Aether, using a combination of his own Aether Skin and Rune Soul, but the pressure was greater than anything he could have ever expected.
'Dammit…'
Sylas' gaze flickered. He realized already that he couldn't do this indefinitely. He would end up folding eventually, and by that point, he might as well have accepted the entire blessing.