Unlike the other beasts, it didn't attack Sylas immediately. It loomed tall and proud, as though disdaining his presence. And then, its Will pressed down.",
Sylas looked up indifferently. His hair rustled slightly as though a breeze had just passed by, but he felt nothing else at all.
After feeling the attack of the lesser minion, Sylas had already grasped how to counter it. His Madness game him full control over himself. That was precisely what it pursued: absolute freedom at the constant of perfect understanding of oneself.
The most protected portion of Sylas' body was his mind. The earlier slip up that almost lost him his head was just a poor application of his Madness Comprehension.
It wouldn't happen again.
The snake that fancied itself a king was immediately enraged by Sylas' indifference. Sylas could feel the fury emitting from it, almost as though they were palpable waves.
A tail whip shot out with extreme Speed, closing the distance between it and Sylas head in an instant.
Sylas took a step back and ducked, but his heart skipped a beat when he felt a rush of Aether.
The tail changed its momentum instantaneously, going from a sideways motion to mirror the downward stroke of a sledgehammer.
Sylas, who had already bent down to duck, suddenly found himself cornered.
It didn't make any sense. That sort of movement broke any laws of common sense.
Sylas already knew that Sudden Burst wouldn't be fast enough. If he tried, his torso might make it, but his legs would be crushed. By then, he'd only be able to wait for death.
His mind moved with an inhuman swiftness, and he could practically feel his heart pumping. This feeling…
He loved it.
BANG.
Sylas activated Madness, Blade Aura and <Madness Control> all at once. At the same time, he pulled on his spatial treasure, taking out the carcass of the elite Spitting Cobra and blocking overhead. He crossed his arms, shielding his head, and as a final measure, he pushed out his telekinesis in a wild stream, doing everything he could to slow the blow.
A tremendous pressure descended on him with a might that drove one of his knees to the ground.
He grit his teeth, moving the instant he felt the pressure alleviate.
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