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... freēwēbηovel.c૦m
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.
Obviously, though... Plinli was far more skilled than Lucirius was.
This sort of large-scale method relying on the environment was part of what made the Lightning Sylphs so shockingly powerful. Lucirius had had pitiful stats compared to what were now over 6000 Defense on Sylas' part.
His Constitution alone was almost 3000 just with his Scorpion Warlord Armor and base stats taken into account. With his Glass Aether and Scorned Wraps added on top of that, he could brush off the bullets of a handgun without the slightest care.
And yet, Lucirius had been a great danger to him nonetheless.
But likewise...
This was also their greatest weakness.
The lightning was too difficult to control. Wielding it to strike what was a relatively small target like Sylas was nearly impossible. If there was an added interference... like say an entire arena that had suddenly become the perfect insulated region...
Plinli found his lightning constrained, and as a result, he couldn't communicate with the clouds above as well as he might normally be able to.
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