The first thing Sylas felt wasn't a warp to his sight, but rather a violent pang of danger that made his chest feel as though his heart was doing backflips.
Without hesitation, he summoned the scorpion king corpse.
BANG!
A wave of pressure hit Sylas, a splattering of thick blood coating his body as he was sent flying backward. Several cracks appeared in his Scorpion Warlord Armor as though it was already prepared to collapse right before his eyes.
He tumbled along what he assumed was a hard stone ground before he flipped to his feet, digging his toes and a hand into the ground to grind himself to a halt.
Finally, he could see the situation around him.
Rather than the World of Mirrors he was expecting, there was nothing but an endless black around him. And yet, he was able to see as though there was a pointed source of life illuminating every living being present.
'What is that? A snake?'