Sylvan felt Kace calling for him but he had his hands full right now. He was busy directing his purple energy within Kace's consciousness to aid the others in their defence against the crimson entity. At this moment his purple tendrils clashed against several crimson claws.
Sylvan felt the force of the crashing against each other within his mind. No matter what, he had to prevent the crimson energy from succeeding. A bright white sword came to his aid, severing the crimson energy that connected the claws to its core. Earning him a short respite. Sylvan turned towards the white core and bowed in gratitude.
The pair of them had been holding out for several days now, ever since Kace lost consciousness. Sylvan had been appalled at the state of Kace's mind when the Eljein had forced him to retreat from his possession form. Sylvan turned to look at the now tiny, sickly green sphere. It was on the verge of disappearing entirely.
Ah, guess we all know where this is going...