The guards holding Sylas were blown away, a blazing green flame threatening to burn the dungeon to the ground. The chains on Sylas' wrists and ankles rattled so hard that one would have thought that they might completely shatter, but Sylas himself stood in place as though nothing at all had happened.
His Will became sharper and more concentrated, so much so that his thoughts practically became tangible. He didn't move, but the guards, who had already picked themselves up, found it difficult even to get close.
It wasn't a physical restraint, but it was like if they got any closer, their minds would completely collapse.
He finally understood.
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[Your Comprehension of Madness has deepened]
[Madness has reached Silver Mastery]
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[Madness (F) - Silver]
[The Madness consumes you, but does not control you. Instead, it becomes your tool to both control yourself and others. You, while steeped in Madness, maintain your wits about you. Your enemies, though, are not so lucky]
