The reason why this Skill felt so much like telekinesis to him was because it was! He almost couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed it earlier.
'Just a different form of it… in which case…'
Sylas suddenly stopped gliding backward, his hips dropping as he erupted with a punch.
The air clapped as though something had just compressed it to an extreme, and right then, an entire ten meters away, the basilisk's head snapped back, a roar of pain coming from its maw.
Sylas' green irises lit up. Just now, he had broken through his usual ten-pound limit. However, the drain on his Aether had been substantial. He felt like he could only send out less than ten of those attacks. Even with
But that was a problem for future Sylas. Right now, he wanted this victory.
