There was a heavy silence that fell as Sylas sat there. He closed his eyes as though there wasn't an enemy before him at all. It was like he was trying to decipher something that was beyond his abilities to grasp in the interim.
Sylas' brain was that of a Demi-God, his Will reflected that, his thinking speed, his intelligence, his deductive abilities were far beyond what they had been just months ago. It was the sort of gap that couldn't be closed with just Will alone.
And yet, he felt that if he fought this creature the normal way, he would lose.
Maybe not on the first step, maybe not the second, maybe not even the third, but the height of the stairs went too far.
Sylas had come to understand that the appearance of this creature on the first step necessitated that it would appear on the second, and then the third as well. In fact, if he was correct, this puppet was almost certainly connected to the others that would appear.
They would endlessly feed off of one another.
