Stable
Aether pooled toward Sylas in a torrent. His vision seemed to explode forth with colors, and suddenly, the night of darkness was practically as clear as day.
The pain was thrown to the back of his mind, and he rolled to the side, his focus unprecedented as he weaved his way out of the path of another sword strike.
He could feel every fiber of his body being flexed to an extreme.
In that moment, he entered an unprecedented state of focus where his mind and his body truly seemed to be one. It wasn't that his mind was controlling himself so perfectly any longer, but rather that every command was executed with the most perfect of precision, making it feel as though his limbs were being controlled by separate minds.
And right then, they were.