Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1136

Sylas watched from above as a battle broke out between Thalrik and Israeal.

At first, it was a bit ridiculous. Neither of the two could find the other, so the settings began to lighten. Soon, Sylas was actually able to see with his own eyes rather than relying solely on his Progenitor Flame Ability.

The Dungeon was adjusting itself again.

Sylas and Jala had been able to maneuver in the darkness, so it had kept it dark. The others didn't have this capability, so it was lightened for them. Presumably, as they grew more accustomed to it and gained other methods of navigating, the darkness would return.

The question was what would happen when they had vastly differing abilities.

Sylas had completely ignored Jala and Voryx at this point, his entire being focused on learning what he could from the battle below. He didn't seem to care that Jala had seemingly still not recovered from his near-death experience.

Never did Jala think that he would die before he had a chance to show his full range of abilities. It was a reality check the likes of which shook him to his very core.

Seeing Sylas not even take the matter seriously was another slap to his face.

All the anger he felt toward Sylas dissipated into the wind. This wasn't an opponent who saw him as an equal. Sylas saw him as a bug he could squash whenever he wanted. He probably found it ridiculous that he had been holding back in the first place.

What right did someone so weak have to hold back?

Jala looked down at his gauntlet-covered hands. His eyes seemed particularly dull at the moment, but he slowly clenched them.

A flash of light came from Jala that hadn't been there just moments before. He regained his focus and stood tall and straight.

He had been given another chance at life. He would have to grasp it.

If this Dungeon wasn't going to allow them to be killed, then he would have more opportunities to bide his time and turn things around in the future.

The timer on his Quest was the only thing holding him back right now, but he would deal with that too. If Sylas Grimblade was the man he had been chasing all this time, then he would just have to become more like him.

There was no doubt that there had been times in Sylas' life when he had felt exactly like this.

Jala grit his teeth.

Suddenly, the battle below was over. Thalrik took a strong blow back and his head rattled. But just as it seemed like he was about to lose it, the Dungeon's runes flashed and everything stabilized.

Soon, Thalrik and Israeal were both back in the air, formed into their spheres.

Thalrik didn't seem surprised. In fact, he dusted himself off, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was already back to 100% soon after.

He knew, Sylas analyzed calmly.

Thalrik hadn't been fighting all-out at all. Of course, neither was Israeal—not by a wide margin. But it seemed that everyone had already guessed what sort of Dungeon they were in after both Sylas and Jala came back alive.

Noticing Sylas' gaze, Thalrik looked up with a grin. "It seems your luck is pretty bad."

Sylas only looked at him, his expression not changing. There were no words Sylas had to say to these people at all.