[Bonus chapter thanks to 'ol scrooge mcduck, Eeshoo. May he rest in peace. No way he survived that dive bomb into a vat of gold]
Sylas appeared beyond the dome that protected the Sanctum's planet, above its temple, and amidst the stars. A scythe rested on his shoulder, his clothing having been replaced once more at some unknown time.
A black leather trench coat fluttered behind him, dark grey slacks and a black as night turtleneck completing his new look. A pair of shades covered his eyes, hiding them from the world. And somehow, every step he took echoed through space as though he was stepping through hollow halls rather than a vacuum that shouldn't have transferred sound at all.
Much of those hovering around had long since scattered. But, there was only so far they could make it on their own feet without ships to rely upon.
Everything they took out in hopes of accelerating their path out was destroyed under the Rune Suppression.
