Huffing for breath, Sylas stood before the bridge to the final BOSS, his claw blazing with a white-green light. It didn't look like he was wearing a normal set of claws at all, but rather as if three flaming sabers were coming out from his forearm.
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[Itzam (—)]
[Level: 47]
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[Physical: 4889]
[Mental: 4003]
[Will: 2739]
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Sylas clenched his fists, a reflection of light dancing across his Scorned Wraps, making him look as though he was encased in crystal.
Lightning sparked, and he exhaled a humid breath.
He took a step forward, and the water rocked on the platform beneath him.
The liquid sloshed about, kicking up into the air as though high tide was kicking into gear.
Sylas took another step, and the waves erupted above his head.
As they fell, they solidified into shards, a frosty air exhaling through in a foggy white-blue. Runes of deep blue crackled, sparks of lightning dancing between them.
He only had one goal in mind.
End this battle as quickly as possible.
