Death
Sylas' eyes became ice cold.
Death.
It was a scent that he was becoming more and more familiar with. The first time he had met it in this world, well and truly, his mind almost collapsed. It was the most pathetic moment of his life, and it was a brand that was still fiercely stamped into his heart. Just thinking of that moment filled him with untold rage.
He knew why he had felt that fear back then. He hadn't awakened to himself, he still thought of himself as a normal Earthling, as a man who would be willing to go back to normal life if this Summoning nonsense was to end right this moment.
But now he knew that that wasn't him. If he had a button right before him now to reset everything to how it had once been, he knew that not only would he not press it, he would likely destroy it.
Adrenaline filled his limbs and his brain churned.