BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Sylas' arm exploded, and then the other one went. He lost a leg, a part of his head. His bones cracked and splintered, his inner organs vibrating so hard they turned to piles of mush and broken sinew.
A Will far greater than his own exploded in his mind, a relentless pressure forcing him down.
He could feel it more clearly now than ever before, the shadow of the true All-Seeing Eye. No… something that had come before it, something even more ancient, something even more unforgivable and callously indifferent.
It was this pressure that forced the Serpentes to their knees, this pressure that took their pride, stripped them of their wings, their claws—forced them to crawl on their bellies.
It was the sort of pressure that rended hearts and severed thoughts. You might be enraged after it had long passed, but while it was here, you had no choice but to bow to your own infuriation.
