บท 702: Another

Sylas forgot about everything but the battle before him.

They said that there was something particularly primal that one could tap into when faced with a situation of fight or flight. Some told stories of mothers lifting cars off of their children, others told tales of entering a state of hyper-focus and adrenaline that fueled athletic feats they never thought possible…

Sylas didn't feel anything so mystical. All he felt was an intense drive inside of him, a Demonic sort of instinctual desire.

It wasn't one that he could explain properly, but it made his Will sharper, finer, more potent.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Ice Bolts fell from the skies in sparkling rains of blue. Mist filled the air as the heat and cold collided, obscuring clear vision of the battlefield.