Sylas felt like he was scraping his claws against the world itself, as though Four had become so resplendently perfect that even the universe wouldn't allow her to be harmed.
A flashing warning sign and a pulse of danger changed the beat of his heart, his body disappearing in a flash as a figure appeared with his back to him, a pair of youths he had never seen before appearing as though bodyguards between Four, the man, and Sylas himself.
One of them had the character for Three on his lapel, and he hardly seemed like a man at all. Or, rather, he was more tree than man. Vines and roots wrapped around his body, his head looked like the thick foliage of shrubbery and greenery, overlapping leaves as large as his head draping down and hiding whatever features or eyes he might have had, and there was a very peculiar cane he leaned on that somehow looked like it should be flexible, yet carried all his weight.
