Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1138

Sylas' body shook as a second True Chosen mark fused into him. He felt his luck deepen and his connection to the galaxy strengthen. His confidence surged as he embraced it.

That was the irony of Thalrik's words.

Right now, it wasn't Sylas who was feeling pressure. It was Voryx.

For the first time, the young man's gentle smile faded into a stern seriousness. It was clear and obvious to him that if Thalrik was first, then he was next.

If he gave Sylas the opportunity, he had a feeling he'd end up in the exact same situation as his short-term alliance partner…

And he wasn't sure what he could do to avoid that inevitable end.

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Cassarae held onto her sword, a blazing Will forming over it. It looked less like a blade all of a sudden and far more like a saber of light.

Blue scales coated her from neck to toe, shingles of illusory blue armor snapping over them, a wide, sweeping tail extending from her tailbone.

Illusory tail and real tail overlapped one another, Cassarae's strength increasing so much that the concrete beneath her shattered with a simple flex of her toes. Her claws extended, shredding the shoes that had once graced her delicate feet.

BOOM!

With a flex of her quads, Cassarae shot forward, her speed so fast she became nothing more than a blur of blue and wind.

Nyssa's hair blew back under the force of Cassarae's momentum, her eyes widening. Just now, Cassarae had felt like someone she could handle with ease, but all of a sudden goosebumps crawled up her skin.

She had watched the final leg of Cassarae's Trial. She had definitely not used these capabilities then. Just what…

It was too late to take back the things she'd said, but there was a glint in Nyssa's eyes. She didn't believe for a moment that this power was due to Cassarae alone.

She had given Sylas a boost, but what he had done with it was beyond anything she could fathom. This definitely had Sylas' fingerprints all over it.

If she followed him, could she grow that powerful too? _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

BOOM!

Cassarae slammed into the gates of the Valeria Clan, shattering them to pieces. She hardly saw anyone before she lost herself in a slaughter, every kill causing more Will to pool toward her blade.

At that moment, Cassarae had well and truly forgotten about everything else. All she cared about was the next bit of blood for her blade to taste.

She could feel Sylas getting farther and farther away, and just now, the feeling became almost overwhelming.

Maybe some of it was because of Nyssa, but honestly speaking, Cassarae didn't feel the slightest bit threatened by the Florineth. She knew Sylas—really knew him—which was why she was confident.

Nyssa was the last sort of woman he would be interested in.

But what she was… was a symptom of a greater problem. There would only be more women like her in the future, and unless Cassarae could behead every single one of them, she felt like she would eventually lose Sylas.

And that… that was entirely unacceptable to her.