The Royal Blue Troll Elder hurried to pull Six back, grabbing him by the shoulder. He yanked him out of the influence of Sylas' Will Domain and sliced down at his collarbone, taking a huge chunk out of his torso before he managed to save his life.
Six took heavy breaths, cold sweat covering his brow.
From start to finish, Sylas didn't even look at him, as though he was still waiting on Elder Verale's answer.
To her credit, she recovered quickly, and her body didn't so much as twitch toward the direction of retreat that had been her instinct.
Sylas' Will felt overwhelming, and his spatial control was exceptional. His Rune Mastery was even better than that.
He was a threat, but he wasn't to the point of being entirely unmanageable. At most, he could protect himself. So long as he wasn't the sort she was helpless against, fear wasn't an emotion she would allow herself to feel.
Especially not at the expense of the momentum of her party.
