Iskaleth had never experienced anything like this in her life.
Just moments ago, Fate had been turning in her direction. She could feel it as clearly as the sun's rays, an invisible, warm current shifting beneath everything around her and slowly gathering momentum in her favor.
The Vosskarr methods were perfect for this sort of battle. They didn't need to crush Sylas immediately, nor did they need to overpower Beacon outright. All they had to do was continue refining their interference, one iteration feeding into another until the very ability Sylas relied upon became a detriment.
Given enough time, the Serpentes he called would obstruct one another more than they helped, his Will expenditure would remain unchanged, and the worlds beneath him would slowly stop falling. From there, the Vosskarr could build on their advantage until Sylas was buried beneath it.
