Sylas' foot pressed down, and a rush of might bombarded his Will.
His expression hardly changed at all. In fact, he hardly paused on the first step, leaving his foot on its golden foundation no longer than it took to raise his second foot to the next stair.
And then he took a third step.
Then a fourth.
A golden light rushed in all directions. The energy kept pouring into Sylas as though it was looking for a bottom, but it couldn't find one at all.
Every time Sylas seemed to reach his limit, the energy split off as it filled up a new foundation, and then another, and then another following it.
Sylas' Will seemed absolutely endless. The temple couldn't find purchase to target him at all. It was like it was constantly being parried away, and as it was, Sylas only continued to move.
