York
Sylas didn't move and focused on that region. This experience of having to enter Cassarae's childhood home and risk himself taught him that there was definitely much more he needed to learn about controlling his visualization. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to try it.
"… Can't give this up without doing anything!"
"Calm down. There are some extremely powerful animals on the other side of that gate. If we're too casual about it, we can die. The organization isn't going to allow that sort of thing. Our top priority is—."
The man stopped talking, shaking his head. He couldn't say something like that out loud no matter how safe the situation seemed.
"Let's finish putting up the defensive perimeter and call it a day."
The group moved, carrying battering rams with them. They stood before a house, aimed it toward a corner of its foundation, and then rammed it forward.