The voice was so loud it felt like the only thing Sylas could sense. His sense of touch, smell, even sight was blurred by the blaring whining in his ears.
It really did feel like a little girl was crying in the middle of a grocery store and no one could do what they needed to do until she was satiated or satisfied in some way.
BANG!
Sylas landed on the ground, skidding across it and leaving a long trench in his wake. But he couldn't really feel that either. It was like all his senses were muted.
But then he realized that it wasn't just because of this voice. It was something else.
The formation of the True Pride Seed.
Whether it was the Lust or Gluttony Seed, both of them felt to Sylas like vague, amorphous concepts in his mind. Even when he focused, he couldn't quite find their exact locations in his body; he could just feel them out to a minor extent.
