The next puppet appeared in a similar flash.
Sylas only swung his scythe a single time and it was split in two, not able to get an inch closer than he allowed.
"What is he doing? What is he doing?" Alpine spoke aloud for the first time in a while, a hint of panic entering his voice.
Sylas wasn't going to give him an answer, though. And Juxi and Deuvuo certainly wouldn't have one.
When Sylas continued to the next puppet, the result was mind-numbingly predictable.
An arm ripped right through his chest, gripping his heart and yanking it free of his rib cage. Its bloody, pulsing mass hung in the puppet's hand, a light smile on its face as its head tilted to a side as though to observe Sylas.
But then the tilting continued, and then continued… until its skull scattered across the floor.
Tendrils of emerald gold wrapped around Sylas' heart, stuffing it back into his chest as he continued to the next.
