Sylas watched as they mutated, evolving before his eyes. But almost the moment it started, he felt an odd resistance come down.
It wasn't a resistance of the items themselves, but the world—almost as though he was tapping into something he shouldn't have.
Sylas frowned, visions of the little boy toying around with corpses flashing in his mind again.
Was that what he was doing here?
The cognitive dissonance almost made him lose his focus, his palm shooting up to his chest to find that his heart was beating out of his chest.
He knew that the erratic beat of his heart was due to his body being quite weak right now. He had literally just been resuscitated by Gogo, so he wasn't exactly in the best state.
But there was something peculiar rooting itself inside him right now.
'Is this what the little girl was warning me about?'
