The creature roared, its breath slamming into Sylas and almost sending him a step back.
A sharpness came from Sylas' eyes, but it only appeared for a moment before he calmed, a cool indifference exuding from him.
He looked up and past the open maw before him, his gaze landing on the oddly pill-shaped pupils of the creature before him. The snap and crackle of ice danced in the air, his hair kicking up in its winds as a dangerous momentum gathered within him.
But even then, he didn't move.
It took Sylas not more than a moment to understand what was happening here. He had randomly been teleported to the center of what looked like a packed bazaar. And yet, the moment he did, there was someone, or something, trying to intimidate him.
A pre-Summoning Sylas wouldn't understand what was happening and might attack out of instinct. But this Sylas was more adapted to reading intentions and scrying Wills. Because of that, he could tell one thing quite clearly…
