Sylas felt as though the spatial storm was trying to suck him in. He could sense a great amount of his Ice-Poison Aether being pulled into it as well, and though he knew that Licirius was likely on the other side, he had no intention of trying to cross over.
He had no idea where Licirius had escaped to. It would be fine if it was just another location in the ocean, but what if it was to a city? Or even worse, a System City?
If he was pulled in, he might die before he even understood the situation around him.
The suction was strong, so much so that Sylas even wondered if Licirius had planned this all along. Even with his current Physical, having fused with the Basilisk King, he could feel himself slipping.
Just when he was about to lose his footing entirely, his thoughts flashed and he recalled that pulse of Aether Licirius had sent out before, the very same one that had managed to stifle his telekinesis.
