Sylas stood in silence over a headless puppet, its head having been ground into nothingness. And yet, despite the power he had used behind the attack, it was like there was no aftershock or blowback at all. The rest of the puppet's body was completely unharmed.
Sylas picked it up with his telekinesis and threw it into his Madness Key without a second thought. Then, he looked up into the skies toward the tortoise.
"You have two choices." Sylas said.
Sylas didn't explain what those choices were, the tortoise already knew what they were. But right now, it was completely frozen.
The world had become something entirely foreign to it. It didn't make sense that Sylas was this powerful, it didn't make sense for the Zeus Puppets to be so weak.
