Sylas barely flinched from the pain, his Will clamping down fiercely on his body, tearing apart the surge of unruly Aether threatening to break free within him. Authrione sensed the abrupt severance of the Skill link Sylas had been moments from unleashing.
The remnants of Sylas' shoes crumbled to dust, while his feet and Scorned Wraps slid smoothly backward atop the tumultuous waves. A sharp, calculating light burned deep within his eyes.
In a blink, a swarm of glowing Runes materialized midair, compressing fiercely before fracturing into shards of light.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
A deafening explosion engulfed Authrione, and Sylas slammed his foot onto the battered surface, his body coursing with compacted torrents of Aether. That single stomp sent shockwaves rippling—shockwaves as fierce as Authrione's own, yet rooted not in brute force but in Sylas’ mastery over the very fabric of his surroundings.
He bent reality to his Will, pushing back against Authrione's Comprehension and raw power to twist the battlefield in his favor. His Fathomless Depths threatened to pull the entire world beneath its abyssal grasp.
Though Authrione appeared a solitary force, to Sylas he was like an ancient tree— towering and deeply rooted in existence itself. Attacks didn't merely radiate through his form; the ocean rippling around him seemed imbued with his essence.
It was the most dynamic Comprehension Sylas had witnessed. Authrione's ability to wield it—forcing the world itself to act on his behalf rather than using it passively to bolster stats—spoke volumes.
This was a true Legendary Path Comprehension.
Sylas tore through the smoky veil of explosions, his body unflinching amid the Will assault embedded within the chaos.
Emerald sparks cascaded, infiltrating Authrione’s Will until the vast expanse of his Fathomless Depths contracted down into a singular image.
The outline of his own body.
Sylas materialized before him, strands of hair dancing wildly as if caressed by unseen gusts of wind.
Like a falling star, his fist descended, the Scorned Wraps snapping taut before impact. BANG.
Authrione recoiled one heavy step, the rippling motion of his scaled lower body churning the water into restless waves. His gaze was razor-sharp, watching Sylas' blow connect while a pulsing surge of intent pushed back against him.
Sylas perceived the incoming counterstrike before it landed—yet he held his ground.
His fist blazed with renewed vigor. In an instant, he triggered [Glassvolt Shift], his form dissolving into crackling filaments of lightning that erupted from within.
Energy condensed at his limbs tip as [Glassvolt Shift] faded, leaving Sylas solid again, delivering a crushing ax kick from above.
BOOM.
Energy surged through the leg of his Scorpion Warlord Armor, amplifying his power in that brutal clash. The strike slammed into the crown of Authrione’s head with such force the 018 Sanctum prodigy nearly toppled into the waters face-first.
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