[Syrlya opens his mouth to protest--it wasn't usual for him to be the one in step behind when facing dangers unknown. He was always the leader, protector, and he wants to swear that he needs not to be overstepped--
But as he's reaching out and the cracking of chaos magic fails to manifest at his fingertips, he's reminded how vulnerable he really is. His whole life he relied on his Mesmerics to carry him in battle, and now he has only the force of his blade against enemies he doesn't understand.
He lets the words die on his lips and the air around him begins to freeze until a fine mist of ice is wafting around him.
He falls in step right behind Canach, using his advantage of height to look ahead.] Hello. Hello? Is someone there, able to respond?
[Nothing answers back except the whisper of the wind.]
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But as he's reaching out and the cracking of chaos magic fails to manifest at his fingertips, he's reminded how vulnerable he really is. His whole life he relied on his Mesmerics to carry him in battle, and now he has only the force of his blade against enemies he doesn't understand.
He lets the words die on his lips and the air around him begins to freeze until a fine mist of ice is wafting around him.
He falls in step right behind Canach, using his advantage of height to look ahead.] Hello. Hello? Is someone there, able to respond?
[Nothing answers back except the whisper of the wind.]