Beads of sweat fell from Sylas' brows. Or rather, they would have had it not been for the fact his head seemed to overheat to the point of evaporating them instantly.
All Astrid and Malachi could see was an impenetrable shield constantly protecting him, but what they couldn't see was the fact that Sylas was continuously drawing again and again.
These short burst drawings lasted for no more than split moments even to Sylas' slowed perception, and each one took another huge chunk out of his Mental.
But Sylas was no less than a machine.
Every line, every stroke, every foundation was just a little bit more perfect, just a little bit closer to what he needed.
And then he crossed Breath Mastery and he saw the other side.
Sylas' gaze sharpened. This wasn't good.
There was a very big elephant in the room right now that he had yet to confront.
Just how many foundations were in a Gene Talent Rune?
