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Sylas took deep breaths. Balgros' head dripped with blood from his hand, so large that it seemed to have as much mass as half his body. 

His Aether had hit rock bottom, and his mind was completely drained. Slowly, the pocket of poison he had formed around himself collapsed, and it wasn't long before he was practically suffocating again. 

'There's no way this is sustainable. Delaying this was definitely the right option.' 

But it wasn't lost on Sylas that this was just the beginning. It had taken him three hours to clear this village, and that put him well behind schedule. 

Unless he could clear villages at a rate of 30 minutes or so, including travel time and sleep, he wouldn't be able to make it. 

Sylas was about to turn to leave, but his steps hesitated. 

'There's something else I can do.'