Ulrik's eyes widened. By the time he reacted, there were only the ninth and tenth formations left, but the city in the skies had already tilted far off to the side.
For some reason, his eyes locked onto Sylas one more time, just for him to finally look at him through the last formation. He didn't move a single inch, as though he couldn't see the city falling toward him from above.
BANG!
The last formation shattered.
The descent was almost slow at first… until it instantly wasn't. Like an anchor falling from above, it didn't just fall, it plummeted. Harsh winds lashed out, rushing to get out of its way, a whistling that sounded more akin to the howls of countless whales echoing across the distance.
Sylas' dense hair blew back, his pants pressing against his body so firmly that it seemed as though they might rip at the seams.
BOOM!
