To say that Sylas under-reacted was ironically an overstatement. One would have thought that he didn't sense the difference at all.
Maybe that wasn't a huge improbability. After all, how could a D-tier tell the difference between an A-tier and S-tier? Or even a B-tier for that matter?
For most, the difference was so large even to the C-tier that it would all feel like an endless tsunami.
For Sylas… he could clearly tell.
He simply did not care.
His fingers spread out and flexed, his claws unsheathing with the momentum of a sword pulled from its scabbard. The world whined and the sparse Runes in the air that weren't that of Death screeched like metal against metal.
Chi.
The air shattered and Mosun appeared before Sylas.
It was simply too fast, too quick.
