[Bonus thanks to trippelstabb :) I hate your guts :)]
Sylas' steps grew slower and slower until he came to a stop.
Darkness. There was nothing but it for as far as the eye could see. It felt like the world had basically vanished.
A part of him wondered if things were meant to be this way.
He raised a palm and sparked Aether, but as though it couldn't gain any purchase, it didn't even take form. The bolt of Glassvolt he tried to form didn't even manage to gear up before it fizzled out of existence.
In fact, he didn't even see the spark itself, barely feeling out its existence.
Sylas' gaze flickered.
He felt something odd just now. If his Glassvolt Aether hadn't been a perfect 100 Foundation F-tier Aether, it wouldn't have been able to form at all, let alone leave any sensation on his end. It was like this world barely allowed perfection to exist, and anything less had no chance at all.
'Void.'
