Sylas closed his eyes. Veins bulged along his forehead, but his focus didn't waver in the slightest.
He allowed the floodgates of the Call of the Titan to open wide, and after being held back for so very long, it all rammed into him in a single go.
This would be his last gasp. He knew that after delaying it for so long, Call of the Titan would have already completed its communication with the wider universe, and all the details of Reaper Sealwright would have long been at his fingertips.
Thanks to this, he had more wiggle room in using the crimson lightning, as Call of the Titan had already completed its function for the most part. But he didn't relax, nor did he calm.
Now, everything would be decided in a single moment, a single instant of time.
And then the world fell into silence.
The Omnimous didn't say anything, even as the lights of the ship fluctuated wildly before going out entirely.
All that was left was mostly silence…
And the not-so-subtle cadence of Sylas' breath.
