Sylas walked out of the village, a crushed head in the grip of his claws. He walked forward, dragging the corpse along for a moment as it whittled away into ashy motes that fell to the earth.
The power running through his veins now was unlike anything he had ever experienced, even in his Demonic Form. Though, he was sure that if he activated said form now, the power he had now would only multiply further.
He also realized the kind of strength he would be able to have on Earth if he used this method.
By using his telekinetic martial arts as a bridge to his Genes, the Aether the world around him introduced was able to not only grant him control over an external energy, but an internal one as well.
This supercharged Sylas' strength directly.
The difference between just being able to enhance one's use of atmospheric Aether versus directly improving the body itself was huge. And being able to do both essentially made Sylas the most powerful person on this planet.
