Battle of Wills (2)

Aerwyna's group sat pale-faced, but stoic. They continued to hold it together, but from time to time, they couldn't help but look toward Sylas who was still sitting in silence.

It had occurred to Aerwyna that Sylas' Will should be powerful. He had made it through not just one, but two Will challenges all on his own and without the chance to swap with others.

However, she had never imagined that it was so strong. She had no way of knowing that Sylas' base Will of 873 was already beyond her own, let alone the fact he could boost it by an additional 400% with Madness when he needed it.

They were all working together, protecting one another, and most importantly taking the brunt of the pressure off her in the center, and yet even she was feeling some clear fatigue.

The wear and tear was starting to get to them when Sylas finally opened his eyes. He stared right at them, but he wasn't moving a single inch.

His breathing was even, his cheeks rosy.