The strain of the three Monarchs was clear and obvious, waves of Level 50 Aether coming from each one of them. But they had a resonance between them that formed a pressure that matched the E-Grade…
And then came the Crowns above their heads.
This wasn't something they should have, especially not in Sylas' Territory. This could only mean that they were relying on something else entirely.
Whatever it was, there was a great synergy between it, and they were using it to overwhelm the laws of government in the Silver City. Or, rather, the laws of the system in the region designed to block outsiders from taking advantage of its benefits.
They stood on what looked like a complex magic circle high above the city and right above the obelisk. In a perfect triangle formed by the three of them, they each took an edge, their entire focus on pouring their Will and Aether into the formation.
And that was when Sylas appeared.
