Sylas' voice boomed, Runes forming in his throat and emitting from his mouth. Despite the fact that doing something like this wasn't normally within his personality, he seemed perfectly natural at it. There wasn't a hint of discomfort on his face as he roared with all his might.
Let alone the city ahead—even from hundreds of kilometers away—he could be heard clearly, the power of his voice so strong that the snow around him rippled wildly.
Though, that was more in relation to it reacting to his Will than anything else.
As soon as he succeeded, Sylas knew that step one was complete. Now it was just a matter of weathering the rest of the storm and hoping that his goal was properly achieved.
If it wasn't, there would certainly be trouble on the horizon. Well, he wasn't afraid of trouble. What he was really afraid of was getting caught with nothing to show for it.
