Sylas watched Maldrith as though he had all the time in the world to respond. However, as it seemed he would raise his hand to do something, it wasn't he who acted in the end.
It was the 713th Whale Emperor.
Her palm formed a delicate circle in the air. It was drawn slow, almost too slow. For a moment, it felt like she would never complete it in time.
But somehow, it was like the world itself bent to her whims, slowing everything else just enough to allow her exactly the time she needed.
Pa.
There was no explosion when the two met. In fact, it was almost like Maldrith had travelled so far and so fast just to give the 713th Whale Emperor a high five. If not for the quick separation that happened moments after, one might have even thought that they were lovers touching their palms across a pane of glass.
All of Maldrith's energy was completely dissipated in a breath of time, and he couldn't help but look at his hand as though he didn't recognize it.
What the hell just happened?
