Pat. Pat.
Sila exited the Cluster, finding himself standing on the snow again as the crack behind him vanished.
A Conqueror's Halo was around him, its light thick, almost blinding to an ordinary eye but he paid it no mind as it meant nothing to this body as long as he had the Binds of Fukal.
Sila felt around but couldn't ascertain the shape of Skullius' Projected form.
'I know he didn't just run away. There must be something he realised that could potentially lead him to back into his body. Hmmm. With all these memories, most of them being a thousand years worth of nonsense, I can't pinpoint what that tomato flinger is thinking. Still, the Fruit of World Myths should buy me some time for a while. No matter what he is thinking, it won't work!' Sila thought with a determined balling of his fist.