'Him again… every time.' Sylvester felt uneasy. Solis was one more cog in the wheel to be careful of. But first, getting rid of the Primordial Gods was the priority, 'With him behind him, I'll have to grow a second pair of eyes.'
"Then let's proceed," Sylvester suggested and forged a single sword out of solidified light. The Spear of Infinity, sadly, was underpowered now. "The more time we spend here, the more time they get to do us harm."
Solis agreed, "Walk behind me, my bard. The path ahead will leave us plenty marred."
It was less walking and more flying at that point. Sylvester could easily make his body weightless and move in any direction, his mobility far more advanced now. To that moment, he was still in the process of learning new things about himself. And that was what worried him—not being able to utilize his might to the fullest.
