Sarethvane's grin only widened. The coils in his body tightened to an extreme before he suddenly exploded out.
In one moment, the enormous serpent that looked formed of dull grey stone was dozens of kilometers away, and in the next instant he was right before Sylas. They were practically nose to nose.
But when they were about to clash, he vanished as though he was little more than an illusion, and instead a coffin appeared before Sylas.
Its lid opened up and then suddenly slammed down, its lid closing over Sylas and swallowing him whole.
In the last moments before the coffin closed over, Sylas only took a single step forward. His body seemed to warp and phase.
BOOM.
The slamming echo of the stone lid of the coffin shattered the space around it.
Sylas, however, stood behind it.
Sarethvane's grin didn't fade, and Sylas looked down at himself, feeling as though a bit of his Will had been ripped away just now nonetheless.
