[Bonus thanks to Eeshoo <3]
Sylas' gaze glowed, a pulsing green light coming from them. His jacket, a smooth brown one with a soft suede finish, rippled in the air, his hair dancing along with it.
One after another, the hairs were coated in a thin emerald sheen. Sylas' mind split endlessly, from two to four, then from four to eight. The splits only accelerated further with every passing instant until he was dwarfing numbers that made any sort of sense.
And he did it with such complete ease that the world whined around him, the heft and weight of his presence alone multiplying well beyond what his stature should have reflected.
In another blink, every hair was coated, floated through the air in a beautiful array of floating, fine strands. Each of them shimmered like true emerald, the world bending to their whims.
Sylas' gaze flashed and the fine strands began to twist. Every one of them became a perfect representation of the strokes that had played out before.
