The sparks flew across the hard lines of Sylas' face, dancing into his hair and splintering into a rain of chaos. He moved not like the wind, but akin to bolts of fury falling down from the skies.
He could feel that Throne more clearly now than ever before, and all of a sudden, he could sense the 80 Foundation Glassvolt Rune floating up before him, before it shattered to form a 90 Foundation one.
His blood boiled, his control reaching another level as every fiber of his being focused on his steps.
A second 90 Foundation Glassvolt Rune took shape, and then he felt them growing closer and closer to one another.
The outline of a Scorpion Warlord Armor sparked into being around Sylas. He didn't try to form it, but something deep within triggered it all on its own.
BOOM!
Sylas blazed down the trail of gold.
