Sylas hardly seemed to notice the change. He didn't even have the mind to pay attention to the notification. His feet just continued to press down one after another, and he had fooled himself into such a trance that he thought he was still pressing himself forward with nothing more than his Will.
However, this change caused something magical to occur nonetheless.
Aether rushed toward Sylas and the pressure on his mind decreased significantly. The swirling winds around him were rebuffed faster and faster, and his Will-infused telekinesis seemed to begin to move on its own.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
One foot after another.
Sylas began to subconsciously move forward, but his pace didn't increase to a surging one. Instead, he went from more of a lumbering gait to a steady upward trajectory, walking like any well-trained person would up the stairs.
Another foot, then another, then a third.
Again and again, he cycled through his mind.
WHOO! WHOO!