Sylar's expression hardened into something solemn as he read the warning glowing across his interface. The Nemesis System had given him power, and it promised to give even more.
It could capture the essence of fallen enemies, analyze their structure, and even let him steal their abilities. But that power came with limits, ones bound not by something so trivial and arbitrary as magic, if that even existed, but by principles older and deeper than science.
The System, whatever cosmic force governed it, worked by twisting reality itself, rewriting the laws of biology and physics to fit Sylar's will. Yet even reality had a tolerance for such distortions. The further he drifted from his humanity, the greater the danger became.
