The roars of one beast after another formed an avalanche of might. Wills bombarded against bodies, slamming into hearts and shuddering what foundations and plumes of confidence they might have otherwise had.
The Spirits of the various Emperors were ripped out of their bodies, and just as they panicked, they found that the Spirits weren't rushing toward the Mancer Scape, but were instead rushing back to their mountains.
After spending so long fighting against the wave of pressure coming from their Spirits trying to select the next host, it was like they didn't even have the right to fight against this wave at all.
Without having to say a single word, Sylas had stripped them of those Spirits, a calmness in his eyes even as his face continued to pale.
It was just as Sylas had said. The limitations of his Rune Mastery weren't as easy to define anymore, not when he knew exactly how to use Fathomless Rune Creation.
If he wasn't strong enough to forge a formation with his Will alone…
