[Bonus chapter thanks to Abda :)]
Sylas was a live target every soul on the battlefield could see. Not only that, but everything about him seemed to paint him out to be an easy target.
Yet, there was something about the Oath that gave them pause.
An undying momentum wafted from Sylas, and even when he closed his eyes, his palm almost loosely closing over the polearm of his scythe, it felt as though he had not a single opening to exploit.
The Sanctum was on their back foot. The geniuses they had that should have been able to fight the current invaders were almost entirely in the Mancer Scape, while those that remained had been injured or had their Wills cracked by their earlier confrontation with Sylas.
Not only had they been caught off guard, they were functioning at less than full capacity. And yet, too many of the attackers made the same exact decision…
Someone else would do it.
Someone else would do it.
… Someone else would do it…
