Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1086

Sylas suddenly froze in place. It wasn't just him—practically the entire planet was suffering the exact same fate.

The vague outline of a crimson Eye and a sapphire Eye formed in the skies, pushing and bucking up against one another, but neither seemed capable of forming entirely.

Inwardly, Sylas shook his head. He didn't know how this was going to end, but what he did know was that he would certainly be caught in the middle of it.

He could only hope that the Eye of the modern system would protect him properly. Right now, he had a Progenitor Merit with it, while for the All-Seeing Eye… well, he wasn't exactly sure how wild his Demerits were with the Legendary System right now, but he knew for a fact that it was quite bad.

At the very least, whatever stage he was at currently would make his previous Silver Demerit look like child's play. If not for how limited the scope of the All-Seeing Eye was right now—and the fact that Sylas had left its range for a while—he would have probably already suffered more than just one attempt on his life by now.

Though… Sylas had personally thrown himself into the fire against a D-Grade, so maybe the All-Seeing Eye thought he was suicidal enough on his own.

Sylas slowly closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he felt the presence of both Eyes. There was something particularly fear-inducing about both of them.

This wasn't the first time he was seeing either, but every time, there was something visceral that triggered inside of him—a fear that came from the depths of his soul, as though to remind him of his inferiority.

He hated the feeling both times, but just like always, there was too little he could do to change things regardless of how he felt.

Now, facing off against both of them at the very same time, it was like he was being ground to dust from two directions. So, he did what any sane man would do in this situation…

He foolishly reached out with his Will.

Sylas almost immediately felt like he was about to be crushed. The essence of his Will was being ground down again and again, but he had learned something from observing the Clypsians these last few hours.

Their Wills were far weaker than his own, but their control was to be commended.

Sylas felt like, compared to them, he was always using his Will like it was some sort of sledgehammer—and he could get away with it, too, because he was usually so much superior to the opponents he came across. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

He lacked a subtlety—a refined sort of control.

As the presences of the two Eyes fighting for the right of entry into the world pushed against him from both sides, Sylas could feel the frayed edges of his Will being compressed and chipped away at, almost like the impurities were being flushed out and replaced with something else entirely.