Its formation suddenly slowed to a crawl.
Sylas' pupils constricted into pinholes and he understood what was happening instantly, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Faelan was using a time ability to slow the formation of the Rune, actively memorizing and learning from it in real time. And because the Rune was being bent and twisted from his frame of reference, Sylas had to both decipher the twists in time and understand the Rune at the same time, while Faelan only had to do the latter.
Sylas had already met a Thryskai with time abilities, but this seemed to be the second one. Was this common amongst the Demi-God Thryskai?
From what he saw on the Mortal Plane, the Thryskai were very different from Clan to Clan. Each one had vastly different abilities.
Were the Thryskai on the higher Planes converging toward a singular path?
How would it be like on the God Plane, then?
Sylas' gaze became eerily cold. If things stayed like this, he would lose.
He wouldn't lose to anyone.
Sylas' pupils dilated, the weaving lines of emerald in his gaze unwinding and dancing in relation to themselves. The shades of green felt as deep as the universe. It almost felt like one was staring at a star of combusting emerald energy.
Honestly speaking, Sylas couldn't remember the last time he had ever been pushed in Rune Mastery. Trying to comprehend a Rune through distortions of time that weren't under his own control was another challenge all together.
It made his blood boil.
Faelan suddenly felt as though something had shifted in the air. As though a slumbering beast had shaken awake just the slightest bit, his own heart began to beat more rapidly as well.
Sparks flew and the world around them solidified in a clash of ocular abilities.
The lines of the Runes seemed to slow down even further. But this time, it was only from Sylas' own perspective. He rarely needed to use his Progenitor Flame Abilities these days, but they had undoubtedly grown even more powerful now.
His eyes darted back and forth, the crawling lines of the Rune reflecting in his eyes from every shape and angle.
The geometry of the lines shifted, and Sylas noticed something.
The Aether in the air was being trapped within the body of the Runic characters, but that was impossible.
Runes were the smallest unit in all of existence. You couldn't shrink them or enlarge them by normal means. So, it was impossible to trap something within them.
'No. The Rune is trapping Aether within a mesh of Runes. It just looks as though the Aether is being trapped within the individual Runes. Almost like a… refractory index.'
On Sylas' Earth, they had reinvented a version of fiber optic cables as well, small glass-like tubes that trapped light within to send signals at a speed only one element in existence could match in raw pace.
To do that, it relied on refractory indexes. Essentially, it was perfectly engineered so that light couldn't escape.
When light entered water, for example, it shifted a bit, its speed changing just the slightest bit. This was why when one tried to spear a fish, you would have to adjust the angle lest you miss entirely.

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