[Bonus thanks to the rich fuck Eeshoo]
Sylas' gaze flickered.
There was a fatigue nagging at the corner of his mind, but it felt like ever since he forged Demi-God Will, he had been able to ignore this more and more. It was like he was taking more from the world for himself regardless of how it felt.
The Mortal Realm couldn't resist him in the slightest.
He looked down at his Grim Blade, the cracks on it growing faster and faster. It seemed that he was on quite a time crunch. But…
Time stopped.
No, it hadn't stopped, it just had functionally slowed so much that it might as well have.
From time to time, Sylas would subconsciously use his Progenitor Flame Ability. But as he grew stronger, he relied on it less and less until he had practically not needed to use it at all.
