How to play Sylas
In champion select you need to choose your
Item Build on Sylas
The starter items for the best Sylas Build on patch
At the beginning of a match start to skill the ability
After casting a spell, Sylas stores a charge of Petricite Burst. Sylas's basic attacks will expend a charge and whirl his energized chains around him dealing bonus magic damage to enemies hit. While Sylas has a charge of Petricite Burst, he gains attack speed.
Read Sylas's bio
Raised in one of Demacia’s lesser quarters, Sylas of Dregbourne has come to symbolize the darker side of the Great City. As a boy, his ability to root out hidden sorcery caught the attention of the notorious mageseekers, who eventually imprisoned him for turning those same powers against them. Having now broken free, Sylas lives as a hardened revolutionary, using the magic of those around him to destroy the kingdom he once served… and his band of outcast mage followers seems to grow by the day.
Available Sylas Skins
Besides the Sylas build you can select a skin for Sylas. The best Sylas skins you can find below.
- Featured Link: Lux
Demacia is a peaceful utopia where order reigns. Maintaining that order at any cost are the Mageseekers, who hunt down anyone utilizing forbidden magic. Hailing from a respected noble family, Luxanna “Lux” Crownguard is destined for a life of privilege—but is hiding a terrible secret. As her own magical light powers emerge, Lux must decide whether she stands with brother Garen and the ruling class of Demacia…or the downtrodden Mages at the fringes of society.
- Short Story: The Shackles of Belief By Anthony Reynolds
Thorva, Sister of Frost, hauled on her reins, dragging her hulking drüvask to a halt alongside Scarmother Vrynna of the Winter’s Claw. The shaggy-furred beast snorted in protest, hot breath steaming the air.
- Short Story: The Recruit **
The sun was at its peak, just high enough to illuminate the exiles’ camp hidden deep in the canyon. From the shade of his lean-to, Sylas of Dregbourne waited patiently for his scout to return. At last, he saw her rounding the stone spire at the mouth of the crevasse, leading a wide-eyed young stranger into the camp.
- Short Story: Turmoil None
“Why send us all the way out here?” said the soldier leaning against the wall of the gatehouse, arms folded across his chest. “There’s blood on the streets of the Great City, and we’re sent to the border?”