Sylas didn't say anything for a long while. And when he finally did, it wasn't with his mouth, but rather his Runes.
Zin.
Sylas' wrist moved vigorously, and in what felt like a single downstroke, accelerating, he was finished.
A strong, rippling light spread out in all directions, exuding a thick, poisonous stench.
Gralith's eyes widened, but Sylas had already flipped the paper over, suffocating the light and moving again.
Vak.
He moved again.
Tho.
Again.
Gri.
Every stroke carried the air of an expert, and staring at him now, it was like a Scorpion King was peering over his shoulder, its pincer fusing into his arm and stinging out with a piercing strike every time his arm moved.
Gri.
Shu.
Dro.
CHI. CHI. CHI.
Sylas' arm glided in place, finishing three with a single flicker. The paper began to burn with a dense purple flame, combusting in real time. It was unable to withstand the fire at all, the aura far too much for it to handle.
Mak.
Tzu.
Fen.
