Sylas had been asleep practically the entire time, so he was sure that he wasn't the first to think of this. The others may have already guessed at such a thing, but they didn't know what to do about it. Should they try to knock one another off? But what about the family? What if this statue only wanted one person to remain?
That was enough to explain why Cole and his family hadn't acted. Well, that and the fact Cole was bound to listen to Sylas' orders for the next three years, and that also stipulated him not doing anything to harm Sylas.
Alex was the true wild card, but he hadn't acted either, just standing in silence. And with his face covered by the mask, he was difficult to read even for Sylas.
'Hm?'
Sylas looked up to find something interesting.
'We're closer to the statue now than we were before. Higher as well. Is this a boiling frog situation?'
Sylas liked to think that his observation skills were sharp enough that he would have noticed if he remained awake the entire time. But he had been awake for about an hour before he fell asleep, and he hadn't picked up on anything at all.
Unless their platforms had only moved while he was asleep, that meant that he had missed it too.
Sylas also realized that he was feeling quite refreshed right now. That seemed only natural since he had woken up from a deep sleep, but given the fact that Alex had felt his stamina draining faster when he sat down, this was definitely not something that Sylas could take for granted.
'Interesting...'
Sylas gave a look toward Cole. "Do you have telekinesis?"
Cole was somewhat slow to respond, the sudden words in the endless silence still not enough to shake his fatigue.
"... Telekinesis? No."
"Mm..." Sylas nodded. With a wave of his hand, he sent out a casual pulse of his own.
He had tried everything during the first few minutes of being in this world, including using his telekinesis, but nothing had worked. The Aether in the air didn't respond to him, the Enlightenment Rune couldn't be drawn, Skills couldn't be cast, and his telekinesis didn't properly respond.
But properly responding versus not responding at all were obviously two completely different things.
He had felt his telekinesis; it just wasn't good enough to do anything.
This time, nothing had changed. The pulse was still weak.
When he tried to use his telekinesis on the platform under him once again, it hardly budged.
But...
'So it did move. It's just that the increments were so weak I couldn't even pick up on it.'
The platforms were moving slowly on their own, and he could speed it up by a small margin with his telekinesis. But at this speed, it would take years to reach the statue. And over that course of time, the pressure would only grow great in all likelihood.
Was this task really meant to be so difficult?
Sylas looked back toward the other floating platforms, and he noticed that they were moving at different rates in relation to one another as well.
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