Sylas couldn't even cough up the mouthful of blood pooling in his mouth. Expanding and contracting his chest felt like nothing more than a dream at this point, but he still reacted quickly, trying to pull on his Will.
But then he found the issue.
The higher you flew into the atmosphere, the more difficult it was to use one's Will. The limit of one's telekinesis was often a measure of just how strong one's Will was.
It had to be remembered that Will could only display its might in relation to something else. If there was nothing to apply force on, it was like trying to swim through the void of space. If there was no world, there was no telekinesis to be used.
The Dungeon had chosen to counter Sylas by essentially dropping him in a void where his Will had nothing to exert itself on. There were no Runes to forge or manipulate or Spark because there was…
Nothing at all.
