[Bonus chapter thanks to BobTheEngineer <3]
Keyesen's Armor snapped into place and Deacon found himself standing before the man. When it did, Deacon almost felt as though his Will was completely crushed.
His face paled, his expression turning bleak. He had thought that when Sylas appeared, he planned on fighting himself, but Sylas had just pushed him out as though this matter had nothing at all to do with him.
If Sylas could freeze the Ancestors in place even when they thought to move against him, shouldn't he have had every chance to destroy Keyesen with a wave of his hand? What was he doing making him fight?
Deacon couldn't even turn around to ask. His entire focus was on the monster slowly awakening in front of him.
There was a sudden shift in the air, beams of light erupted and Deacon wanted to shift out of the way, but something held him in place.
His sword moved instead.
DENG. DENG.
