Sylas had thought out every meticulous detail, but he knew that this would be among the most dangerous situations he would face. However, he seemed to have an icy coolness to his gaze.
The feeling of his body being under his complete control was intoxicating, and he seemed to step beyond a limit.
His body came to a sudden forceful stop just as a blade sliced through where he would be.
He spun to the side, pressing a foot against the ground with such forcefulness that the thin ice caused by the earlier <Arctic Howl> cracked.
His toe made contact with the solid ground beneath, eliminating all the slippage in a single instant as he burst forward.
A green glow covered his body, and his weight dropped drastically. He practically glided through the air, moving like a shadow as he stopped, jerked, and accelerated in movements that were far too smooth to be natural.