It was hard to grasp. It was like it was both there and not, almost like a limb one wasn't exactly looking at but could feel and move in space nonetheless.
The feeling of proprioception was quite strong, but it wasn't to the point of feeling as real as a limb… more like he had grown an extra one he had no idea how to control at all.
And then it clicked and settled down for him. There was a sharpness that radiated from the depths of Sylas' eyes as he seemed to become a different person once again.
Another Progenitor Flame. But it wasn't so simple.
No, instead it felt like his original time-based ability had been incomplete. But now that he thought about it, wasn't that only natural?
He had chosen two halves for his Ice Poison, not just one. Slow and…
Freeze.
