[Bonus chapter thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3]
Sylas didn't even glance at the Emperor Dove's corpse. One would have thought that he had just not seen it. But given his senses, how could that be possible?
He raised the scroll into the air and, with a pulse, a teleportation portal swirled into being. Then, he stepped through, and Fanelei followed soon after.
…
The first thing Sylas felt was the cold winds. Harsh and heavy, they whipped against his skin continuously. Even though there was an abundance of oxygen floating in the air, it was hard even to take a deep breath and benefit from it.
It was almost like even the oxygen itself needed you to be at a certain level to properly use it. In fact, the presence of this oxygen seemed to shift the very balance of oxygen within Sylas' body, almost as though it was pulling out what was already in his body.
