[Bonus thanks to Fireblazerx12 <3]
Sylas' next swing looked almost lazy, without any explosive windup or great gathering of force to warn the battlefield of what was coming. The fused scythe and calligraphy brush simply moved through the air as though Sylas was drawing another ordinary stroke, yet the world around that motion began bending before the weapon ever reached it.
Space curved out of the way while the surrounding layers of the Spirit World warped as though reality itself felt it impossible to stand in the way, as though it was better not just for it, but for everyone to understand this truth to be whole.
