Sylas stood in silence, pulsing lightning still spontaneously sparking around him from time to time. His expression still hadn't changed very much at all, as though he hadn't done anything all that impressive.
His head slowly turned in a direction and he took a step. He vanished in a whirlwind of Runes, his body stepping through the folds of reality.
BANG.
Lucar ran headfirst into the chest of Sylas' armor, his nose bursting into blooming lines of blood as he fell backward.
Sylas had noticed him a long time ago; he just hadn't cared enough to do anything.
Reaching forward, he pierced through Lucar's third eye.
It was quite the irony. He had faced off against three Thryskai Princes, and yet not a single one had had the opportunity to use their third eyes.
Sylas ripped it out and looked at the eye in his palm before crushing it. He did it purely for no other reason than he wanted to see what was unique about Lucar's in particular.
And he knew it would piss off the Thryskai.
