The creature roared, its breath slamming into Sylas and almost sending him a step back.
A sharpness came from Sylas' eyes, but it only appeared for a moment before he calmed, a cool indifference exuding from him.
He looked up and past the open maw before him, his gaze landing on the oddly pill-shaped pupils of the creature before him. The snap and crackle of ice danced in the air, his hair kicking up in its winds as a dangerous momentum gathered within him.
But even then, he didn't move.
It took Sylas not more than a moment to understand what was happening here. He had randomly been teleported to the center of what looked like a packed bazaar. And yet, the moment he did, there was someone, or something, trying to intimidate him.
