"Hm..?" Sylvus utters to himself, hearing the sound of rocks grinding coming closer. Grasping Durendal instinctively, the sword spirit turns and faces the crystal being, with his eyes narrowing. '[I]I wonder if this thing's friendly.. Maybe not. Weak humans like me don't exist on this plane, or something like that..[/I]' he thinks, only to have the thought shatter when the shadow of a dragon suddenly descends upon him, followed by a dark mass more horrid than the rest. '[I]That's.. definitely NOT friendly![/I]' Sylvus shudders slightly, watching it manifest as he treads backwards.