Sylas tried to breathe evenly, but his breath came out in hurricane force gusts. His body was too tired, and he couldn't allow himself to relax. A single slip up and his body would be ripped apart from the inside out by the Monkey King.
Air wheezed through a small gap between the rows of his teeth, his eyes still staring at the knight whose head seemed to encompass the entire universe.
Pressure weighed down on his shoulders, partially from the Monkey King's Will, and partially from his own. To think that he would be faced with such a dilemma.
This knight… it existed outside the bounds of spacetime, a state that Sylas wanted most of all, but couldn't yet achieve. And because of that, it was in the best position possible to do this.
