[Bonus thanks to Ricky_D_Reader :)]
Sylas looked as though he had become some sort of porcelain doll, his body on the verge of a very real collapse before the eyes of everyone around him. Or rather, it should have been.
But at the moment, it was like he had been cut and copied out of reality. Everyone seemed to naturally avoid him, walking around him, sliding out of his way with a sidestep or two, but not a single one seemed to truly see him anymore.
The gazes he had been feeling earlier were nowhere to be seen, and in that moment… it was like he had been entirely erased as he accelerated toward his own demise.
There was no escaping it. Something had grabbed onto him and refused to let go.
And Sylas didn't fight it.
He didn't know how to.
It was that very same helpless feeling he had experienced back then. He knew too little to pull himself out of this situation, and he had no idea what he could have possibly touched upon just now.
