Sylas' gaze was a dancing array of lights until suddenly it wasn't.
The echo of a droplet of water reverberated, and his sight cleared to reveal a world of black and gold. The waters beneath his feet were nothing but an endless darkness, almost as though he was standing on a vat of oil.
But whenever a droplet would fall onto it, it would radiate out with gold that would highlight the region. That, and the location right beneath his feet, was radiating the same pulsing gold.
He turned to his right and saw someone a distance away. It didn't take much for him to recognize Malachi. He had only seen the man a few times before, but Sylas' memory had always been his strong suit.
He turned to his left and was unsurprised to see yet another person.
Astrid.
The two both had tight frowns on their brows. Obviously, they weren't fans of these changes either.
