Sylas felt his body freeze in place, an icy cold peeling through him. It felt like a cross between a chilled knife scraping just beneath his skin and a prickling, intense, almost blaring resonance with something far deeper than he could quite sense.
It was an odd feeling, especially since with Taboo Bond having finally reached Level 50, there was unlikely to be any part of his body that he hadn't sensed in one way or another.
Inwardly, though, Sylas was still able to follow that process and feel it out slowly.
There was a connection formed between his eyes and the rest of his body. The former was dictating the actions of the latter, and the technique itself was adapting to the changes that were dictated by the former as well.
