Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1139

Chapter 1139: Executioner

Vines and twisting thorns appeared in the path of Cassarae’s blade. She was sent flying backward, all of her forward momentum coming to a grinding halt in the same instant.

It only now became obvious from the corpses that littered the ground, and the spirits drifting off to the underworld, that Cassarae hadn’t taken a single step back this entire time. As though an arrow peeling through the air, shattering the winds and splitting the clouds, she had flown straight and true...

Until now.

Matriarch Valeria gripped the armrests of her wheelchair so tightly that it seemed a miracle in itself that it didn’t explode. There was a pulsing in the air, but when she tried to call on her Aether, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body shuddering down to its very soul.

Her body almost seemed to shrivel up, and the blood she spat out came in a rusted color that dried up almost instantly, flaking like the broken metal pieces of a steel bar left to the elements for too long.

This was a woman well and truly on her last legs. But as Cassarae skidded across the ground in the distance—her body jumping, rebounding, and her scales leaving less-than-graceful marks along the ground as they chipped off—it was clear that a broken D-Grade was still very much a D-Grade.

However, even so, as her momentum trailed to a slow, Cassarae managed to find her footing with a flip to the tips of her toes, her claws leaving trailing marks and flying sparks as the marble she grazed across broke and chipped.

One would have thought that Cassarae’s eyes would show the slightest bit of clarity now—just a hint of realization toward the kind of bear she was poking at, the sort of monster she was facing.

But instead, it was the exact opposite.

She could finally feel something other than the fury in her heart, the inferiority set deep within her bones.

A fiery Will pulsed within her, revolving around a madness that had set deep within her own soul. She burned bright, and every time it seemed that she had burned all there was to give, more came—and then more after it.

This was exactly what she needed. An impossible opponent.

Wasn’t this what Sylas did all the time? Wasn’t it the sort of burden he carried on his own?

If he could kill his way to the top of this universe with no help but his own, then why couldn’t she do the same?

Was Sylas truly alone? No. But in Cassarae’s mind, she couldn’t see it as anything else.

He was almost deified in her mind, but rather than allowing that inferiority to sprout, to grow and fester, she wanted to do what she did best.

To cut it out.

On Earth, her blade had been her tongue.

In this world, it would be this longsword in the bloody palms of her hands that became the song of her fury.

Her Executioner’s Blade.

Pulsing waves of radiant sapphire blue came from her body as her hair danced in the air, her horns curling and growing even as she opened her mouth to unleash another roar.

BANG!

The All-Seeing Eye and Cassarae, however... they had a vastly different perspective on things. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Vastly.