Sylas stood in silence. It was already too late to move, his parents were gone.
More people started to vanish afterward, but they were far less important to him. Or, more accurately, the majority of them were people he had never spared a single thought toward.
What just happened?
Sylas was certainly not ready for something like this. It was amongst the very last things he expected to happen.
He thought he had grown beyond the point of things catching him off guard in this world. He thought he was ready for every possibility, every iteration of what could possibly occur…
And then something like this swept out from right under his nose.
For this to not only happen, but for it to also happen on Earth, the place he had the most power he could possibly ever have.
Murder flashed in Sylas' eyes, streams of violet and black lightning erupting around him.
