The last of the Rune formations faded from the air, but Fanelei was already looking at Sylas as though the dead rat knights had ceased to matter. Her eyes practically shone with curiosity as she moved around to his side, studying his face as though she might be able to find the answer written there.
"How did you do that?" Fanelei's gaze sharpened. "Using my Aether through your body like that should have shredded your mind apart, and that's before adding whatever you were pulling out of her."
Her eyes flicked toward Cheri for a moment before returning to Sylas.
"My Will evolved."
Fanelei waited.
Sylas continued walking.
Her lips parted slightly before she closed them again, and after a few seconds, the curiosity in her expression shifted into something closer to understanding. She was a Legend herself, but that status didn't mean every part of her foundation had reached the same standard, and her Will Grade was one of the greatest weaknesses she still had.
