Sylas' next step seemed to shake the world around him, and the pressure rolling off the fused scythe and calligraphy brush made even the rainbow-lit skies distort around its edge.
Tomoe appeared almost immediately afterward, her wild grin stretching wider the moment she realized Sylas had become stronger again. Whatever else was happening around them clearly meant nothing to her.
She howled along with her blade and thrust forward, Sword Will compressing into a single screaming point that tore through the air toward Sylas' chest.
The blade passed straight through him.
An afterimage flickered apart a heartbeat later as Sylas appeared high above, already turning toward the enormous body of the World Serpent still squeezing its way through the portal. His weapon swept through the air, bristles and curved blade moving as one, and the strike carried more than simple force as his Will spread ahead of it like the beginning of a world trying to impose itself over another.
