[Bonus thanks to trippelstabb :) I hate your guts :)]
Sylas' steps grew slower and slower until he came to a stop.
Darkness. There was nothing but it for as far as the eye could see. It felt like the world had basically vanished.
A part of him wondered if things were meant to be this way.
He raised a palm and sparked Aether, but as though it couldn't gain any purchase, it didn't even take form. The bolt of Glassvolt he tried to form didn't even manage to gear up before it fizzled out of existence.
In fact, he didn't even see the spark itself, barely feeling out its existence.
Sylas' gaze flickered.
He felt something odd just now. If his Glassvolt Aether hadn't been a perfect 100 Foundation F-tier Aether, it wouldn't have been able to form at all, let alone leave any sensation on his end. It was like this world barely allowed perfection to exist, and anything less had no chance at all.
'Void.'
Sylas felt it so very clearly again, and inwardly, he began to understand something.
This place wasn't just deep underground. It was completely closed off from the rest of the world. The only connection point between the outside and this place had been that skylight of concentrated rays—well, that and wherever the exit to this place was.
If Sylas had simply asked how to leave, the old man would probably have told him, but he hadn't expected to run into such a thing after stepping off a teleportation platform.
Sylas was prideful, but not a fool. He had thought the exit would be obvious enough. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought it beneath himself to ask questions. He asked questions all the time.
As for the old man, part of the reason for his weird expression was that the old woman had informed him of who Sylas was and to let him go with the papers he would need to exist in the city without being captured by guards. As far as the Jade Race old man was concerned, Sylas was already aware of how things worked here fact the old woman was so interested in such an old F-tier was baffling to him nonetheless.
—
though the
In truth, Sylas had noticed the oddity the moment he had taken a few steps beyond the old man, but he had continued walking because it reminded him of what he had just sensed through the teleportation.
Now he was wondering if he had bitten off more than he could chew.
Right this moment, he wasn't even 100% sure if he was still standing. His proprioception itself had been completely stripped away from him, and he wasn't confident in taking another step without falling on his face. He wasn't even sure he would feel it if he fell.
Proprioception was one's awareness of where one's limbs were in relation to space and the other parts of one's body. It was the sense people took for granted the most because it was the one that didn't have the most obvious feel to it.
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