As Sylas struggled to recover from Shia's relentless assault, there was, for the slightest and briefest moment, a pause in his mind amid her furious onslaught as she charged straight toward him.
In that fleeting instant, one single thought emerged—clear enough, sharp enough—that he could finally focus and channel his powers with precision.
There was no roar to announce it, no wild rush to herald his intent. No grand, dramatic display of fury or overwhelming force—just quiet, decisive resolve.
He simply... snapped.
Snap!
The sound was small — almost insignificant — like the quiet breaking of a single dry twig in a silent forest.
But in that moment, everything in the void froze.
The roaring Divine Horrors mid-leap, their grotesque mouths open in mid-scream, suddenly hung motionless in the air.
The Existence warriors, had their weapons raised and faces twisted in rage, became statues of flesh and armor.
