Chapter 612: Wall

Chapter 612: Wall



A sound akin to a hand smashing on the left end of a piano resonated. It was like all the blaring dark notes hidden in one's heart had come out all at once.

Red lines filled the skies like stretched droplets of blood, reality shaking and warping beneath its might.

Sylas coughed up a mouthful of blood and felt like his heart almost exploded. He could faintly feel the Gluttony Seed pulse for a moment to save him from that fate, but the action alone drained a considerable amount of his Will, something that he didn't even think could reach the end of its rope.

Lauren was sent flying off of her platform just as Jake slipped from Sylas' grasp.

Sylas was sitting on his platform and didn't suffer the same fate. But even he had to quickly tighten his core to regain his balance, almost falling as well.

Jake began to fall from the skies once more, this time even faster than before. It was almost as though another hand had forcefully destroyed the projection of Sylas' own, taken his body, and hurled him downward.

It only took a moment for Sylas to regain his bearings, but his first reaction wasn't one of shock; it was instead one of rage. A fury he couldn't quite understand bubbled up within him. He ruthlessly suppressed it, regaining his calm. Somehow, he felt that the rage was both entirely his own, and yet also had the influence of another. Until he could figure out which the true answer was, he had no plans of allowing such a thing to roam freely.

However, none of that stopped his reaction speed.

He pushed himself off his platform with a palm, backflipping off of it and kicking at the air.

That last action was hardly needed. The moment he lost the support of his platform, it was like he too had been hurled down from the skies. But Sylas immediately felt that it wasn't fast enough.

His Will felt like it was running on empty and his telekinesis was no longer working for him. As he soared down, he wasn't exactly sure how he would even come back up. All he knew was that he would save Jake.

It was one thing if the young boy had fallen off on his own and there was nothing he could have done to stop it. It was another matter if it was his fault that he had fallen and that he had even pushed him to such extremes.

'Faster. Faster. I need to be faster.'

Sylas' Madness Key flickered and a lance appeared in his palm. The wind pressure at this pace was so much that his arm was ripped backward and almost came tearing out of its socket.

A flash of pain pulsed in Sylas' eyes for only a moment before he unleashed a roar, the distortions to the skin of his face being forcefully constrained by the flex of the muscles beneath. His jaw steeled, and then with everything he had, he launched the spear just as it began to crack and crumble to ash.

He had no choice in the matter. He knew this would happen the moment he touched the weapon, but in this sort of harsh wind, this was the only way.

Sylas' Aether exploded into a cone shape through the body of the lance, forming an upside- down dome that he hid behind.

With another kick at the air, he accelerated again and again beneath the force of his Aether, explosions of ice erupting beneath his feet.

He closed the distance.

From over a hundred meters to just 80, and then from 80 to 60, and then from 60 to 40, and

then 20.

But then...

BANG!

The cone of Aether shattered as the lance blew apart in a rain of ash.

A wall of wind slammed into Sylas.