[Bonus chapters thanks to Abda213 :)]
'There's a pattern to them.' Sylas thought to himself after a while. His lips parted but then he shook his head inwardly. He knew Yamero would notice and for now he could only let the Spark Weaver handle the situation.
Sylas had a feeling that very soon this battle wouldn't be so easy for him anymore. There was definitely something brewing.
By exposing the fact that he was here, even if there weren't enemies capable of taking his head before, there would certainly be some now.
But if he wanted to become the Progenitor of a World he wasn't even born on, this was one of the only ways he could think of.
He would use his head as bait.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
A warp appeared in the formation for only the slightest bit, the rhythmic humming of the meteors forming a resonance for just the briefest of instances.
In that brief window, Sylas sensed space bend and whine.
'They've teleported more in.'
