When Sylas entered, the first thing he saw was a familiar landscape of colors.
The world had always been beautiful beyond words, almost like one was seeing an array of colors on the light spectrum that simply didn't exist in the outside world.
Everything seemed to radiate with its own light rather than just reflecting what was already there. The greens looked like emerald, the reds like rubies, the golds as though they had been dug up from the ground and polished again and again until they shone like the most glittering of brasses.
It felt almost blasphemous to disrupt anything here.
Chi.
Sylas leaned back out of the way of a zipping red line through the skies and reached out, snatching it out of the air before it could vanish into the distance.
He raised an eyebrow as he noticed he was going to miss.
'Still as fast as I remember…'
