A barrier formed over Casstle Main. It rippled like the surface of a calm lake, and then shook violently as though someone had blasted music beneath that very same calm surface.
It seemed just on the verge of cracking when Sylas stepped outside, his gait calm. There was a flicker in his gaze and the barrier calmed instantly, the land around Casstle Main collapsing in response and leaving it on a lone island surrounded by sheer cliffs.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Sylas took another step forward and he felt someone grab his hand. He looked back to see his mother.
Isolde clenched his hand hard with both of hers, looking at him with an almost pleading look in her eyes.
There were ways around this, she knew it. There were methods Sylas had to escape, to avoid this matter. It didn't need to be handled like this.
Cassarae saw the Sylas who never lost. Isolde saw the son she had been guiding since he was born.
