Vorthyx's head was buried in the ground, his neck broken at an awkward angle while his legs dangled in the sky before collapsing limply.
Sylas flipped to his feet, landing a distance away with an indifferent light in his eyes.
'… He's still alive.'
He could feel that Vorthyx's Will was still fighting. But it was hard for that to matter when your body wouldn't cooperate.
Sylas didn't care how powerful Vorthyx's Comprehension was. It was hard to change anything when your spinal cord was snapped in two.
However, Sylas still felt a danger lurking, one that didn't allow him to casually get close. There was a focused wrinkle between his brows. It just felt like… something was going to happen.
And then it did.
Vorthyx began to shift and change, but Sylas could tell at a glance that this was most definitely not Vorthyx.
A Demonic Aether began to billow out in all directions. The pop and crackle of bones filled the skies as Vorthyx's body began to oddly piece itself back together.
