It wasn't even worth making the attempt. Even if he was lucky enough that everyone was stalled for that long, would he even be able to fight at the end of those seven hours?
Sylas didn't even bother to try and observe the Runes. What a joke. The standards of Rune Mastery were based on what the system was capable of drawing. How was he supposed to manipulate the perfect Runes of a barrier formed by the system?
There was no shortcut here.
The feelings that Sylas had pressed down began to bubble up again. He had run into a wall again.
Sylas closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
Professor Fembroise pressed a hand against her chest, having her own small panic attack before she realized that she was safe for the moment.
And then she felt a swelling of anger. Sylas didn't even care about their previous relationship, directly attacking to kill her. He was just like everyone else in this world, only out for his own interests.
