bookpower Chapter 759: Glass
Chapter 759: Glass
Chapter 759: Glass
Sylas stood across from Plinli, his gaze calm and his breathing unhurried. The latter was livid, his hair and own breathing tainted by a haggard cadence.
They stood in the very same arena General Aleen had lost his life in. The scent of blood filled the air.
If one looked at the stage beneath their feet, the tiles were filled with grout lines of flesh.
It was hard to tell just how many life and death battles had been fought here, but one largely loomed over all the others, and it just so happened to be the only other one that Sylas had been a part of.
Plinli flipped over a palm and a spear appeared. Sparks of lightning coursed through his veins until suddenly...
Sylas tapped a foot.
A large amount of Aether rushed out from Sylas and in the blink of an eye, he had used up over 80% of his reserves. But in return, the entire arena was coated in a thin sheet of Glass.
The lightning that sparked and crackled around Plinli shattered the sheet that tried to form around him, but to his surprise, he also found himself feeling constrained and limited, suffocated by the continuous grounding of his lightning. Then...
Sylas stepped into the air.
Plinli's eyes widened, all of his rage and fury deflating.
The skies above rumbled, and just then, a bolt of lightning cut toward Sylas, only to have its path diverted.
It hit the large arena below, and Sylas' hair barely ruffled in response.
During his battle with Lucirius, Sylas had learned a great deal about the man and his habits. Most notably, the lightning generated by the Sylphs used up too much Aether too quickly, and it was especially volatile and difficult to control.
The real reason they couldn't use their Lightning Aether abilities beforehand was because they would probably spark for just a few seconds before their bodies gave up, wrung dry by their own methods.
In order to counter this, they had their Unique Gene which allowed them to borrow power from the skies, but triggering this took time.
However, each and every single one of them was 500 pounds heavy.
Plinli's pupils trembled fiercely. He could already see exactly how this matter would go.
He had come here for a battle, a world toppling event where he could get revenge for his fallen brethren. But instead...
The stones fell through the skies like shooting stars, streaking with a green Will that matched the glowing indifference in Sylas' eyes.
Plinli leapt to the side in an attempt to dodge, then quickly changed direction.
He slipped.
BANG!
A stone slammed into his head with more than 2000 Physical of power, nearly snapping his neck in two.
He slid across the surface of the iced arena. He should have been able to use his Aether to maintain his footing, but how could a platform formed by Sylas' own Aether be so simple to counter?
BANG!
He barely stabilized himself when a second stone fell, and then a third.
Plinli's head spun in a daze, despair taking root deep within his heart. He caught glimpses of Sylas' cold gaze from time to time and for a moment... he felt that it was laughable he had looked down on this tiny planet so much.
The young man he thought would only take a matter of patience to crush, was toying with him, humiliating him, crushing his soul and his spirit.
BANG!
Plinli's skull fractured and blood spilled out from his shattered jaw. He fell to the ground, the world dark around him.
All six stones fell from the skies in a straight line, splattering his brain across the arena.