Where Words Fail, Swords Do The Talking

It was very difficult to use the sliver powers while manipulating the paths into fusion. But the situation demanded the very best of him.

The few white threads spread out like spider silk and formed a closed polygon in his perimeter.

Varian gave them only one rule.

The black threads coalesced into a ring on his head and put him under its influence.

The white light—Order—was made of one rule: Devour darkness.

It wasn't very specific instruction per se, but it was perfect for fighting a woman whose darkness powers must've reached a pinnacle.

And the dark light—Chaos—had a simpler rule: Oppose gravity.

So, it did.

The heavy gravity falling on him was being cancelled. It felt like a positive and negative force were colliding continuously cancelling each other out. But it was different from that.