The strike began to fall, and Sylas understood almost immediately that his Runeweaver Eyes wouldn't be enough on their own. White-gold radiance had already consumed most of the heavens, its edges stretching far beyond the horizon while layers of Runes churned inside it in numbers he couldn't hope to unravel before the lightning reached him.
An older part of his arsenal surfaced in response, one he hadn't needed to rely upon heavily in a long time. His Progenitor Flame had granted him two abilities rooted in Space and Time, and while his Rune Mastery, Classes, and Will had gradually given him more direct answers to most problems, there had once been a period when those abilities were among the only reasons his mind could keep pace with enemies whose bodies vastly surpassed his own.
