Chapter 1320: Help
Torin felt his breathing hitch in his throat. His survival instinct seemed to kick in all on its own, his Will flourishing and his body pulsing with radiant might that sent the other F-tiers around him sprawling.
The powerful aura of a rampaging Ape filled the skies, the howls that formed Torin’s fear taking physical form and shape as though he was being spurred on by something.
Madness.
Sylas was looking right at him, threads of crimson streaming through his eyes as he unleashed his Runeweaver Eyes.
Ever since Sylas got his hands on this Profession, he had learned to suppress it. His Will was too powerful, and with his eyes becoming a new gateway to apply it to the world, its potency became too strong on a day-to-day basis.
Even while it was suppressed, Old Brama thought him to be a Charysm. But now... he was unleashing it on purpose.
As though the chains of his eyes had broken free completely, his Will spilled out into the world in a torrent of his own rage and fury, suppressed emotions from these last several days rampaging out like stampeding war horses.
And the one that felt the brunt of it was none other than Torin.
Sylas had already seen the Ape Warlord Armor in lesser forms twice now, and he could also feel that he was running out of time. His temper had snapped at him when he saw Morvok and he was taking action before he even truly felt it.
This didn’t surprise him. He was usually very good at controlling his emotions, but he was also very much human. Having already suppressed his Demonic Will once, there was no way it was going to continue to allow him to do so. If he tried to suppress it again, it would lash out.
His Demonic Will hadn’t bothered him since he handled the Grimblades and Lucius, and of course Ulrik and the situation with the Level 30 Bazaar. But that was also because nothing had infuriated him to this extent since then.
Unfortunately, that left him in an awkward position. Could he still force Torin to fight? Sure. But that wouldn’t be nearly as productive as this.