The scene of an E-tier walking toward C-tiers should have been like watching the final moments of a person's life. And yet, from an outsider's perspective, it almost felt as though they were watching momentum building instead.
Every step Sylas took was another heavy boom against their hearts. The world shook, the stairs rocked, the Will of the Emperor Sanctum itself frayed at the edges and pieces of it were broken off and incorporated into Sylas' own body.
'To think…' Sylas thought to himself as he reached the bottom stair of the temple. '… That it would actually be humans attacking.'
"Die." A violent upswell of energy surged from the C-tier on the left, the one on the right still charging, but clearly being the far more relaxed of the two. It seemed that he didn't believe that it was necessary for him to be so involved at all. He was only acting out of duty, not because he felt the need to personally.
'Veil Humans.' Sylas thought.
