Get Out!
Sylas felt absolutely frozen in time. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single muscle. It was like control over his body had been ripped away from him, stripped down and placed under the control of another.
Staring into the depths of the eye made him feel like he was looking into the birth of the universe. But not in a spring of life, blooming potential sort of way… it felt like he was instead staring into the depths of cruelty the world was capable of, the kind of cruelty that made a mother bird abandon their chick, or a lion pack leader eat the cubs of another lion.
It was the gritty sort of hidden underbelly soaked with blood that was all around them in the world, and right now all of that hidden darkness, animosity, and rage was aimed right for Sylas.