Woosh!
Sylvester crossed the tear in space he created with his bare hands. The fear-stricken face of Aveda was clear to him, the slow realization sinking to the primordial God that there was no escape from a battle.
'It feels different.' Sylvester no longer felt the need to apply magic, Solarium, or any sort of energy. His mere thought to do something, his mere will, was enough to get everything done.
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