Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1145

Chapter 1145: Scent of Death

Sylas couldn’t even cough up the mouthful of blood pooling in his mouth. Expanding and contracting his chest felt like nothing more than a dream at this point, but he still reacted quickly, trying to pull on his Will. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

But then he found the issue.

The higher you flew into the atmosphere, the more difficult it was to use one’s Will. The limit of one’s telekinesis was often a measure of just how strong one’s Will was.

It had to be remembered that Will could only display its might in relation to something else. If there was nothing to apply force on, it was like trying to swim through the void of space. If there was no world, there was no telekinesis to be used.

The Dungeon had chosen to counter Sylas by essentially dropping him in a void where his Will had nothing to exert itself on. There were no Runes to forge or manipulate or Spark because there was...

Nothing at all.

The Mesh of Reality was nothing more than the interaction of Runes and the laws of the universe causing the spontaneous formation of people called life and nature. If there was no world, there was obviously none of that to observe, and as such, Sylas was cast into true darkness.

Time seemed to slow for Sylas, and the scent of death filled his nostrils. It felt helpless in ways that were hard to describe, a complex dark web of feelings pressing their sticky feelers onto his heart and soul, latching on and cancerously spreading through the cavity of his chest.

It was a feeling that he had felt more than once before.

But ever since that first time—that moment in the volcano that forced him to face the most pathetic parts of himself—he had been looking to stamp it out.

When he ran into those feelings now, he didn’t feel fear. He felt a desire to crush it in his palm, to bare his teeth and shred it apart, to sink his claws into it and rend it into pulp and flesh.

This was the sort of credit that Sylas would never give himself, credit that he never felt like he deserved.

He wanted to be perfect, he wanted to be flawless. He didn’t want to have weaknesses he had to overcome because he didn’t want to have weaknesses in the first place.

It was why he ran from Cassarae. It was why he deemed the world boring without even attempting to reach its peak first. It was why Ulrik had enraged him so much, and why—although he spoke the words he did to Israeal for no reason other than to suppress his Will—

They had come from the depths of his heart nonetheless.

This was the true Sylas—the Sylas that Cassarae could see but he couldn’t. The Sylas who saw a challenge and sought to overcome it. A Sylas who could chisel out his own weaknesses rather than allowing them to cripple him.

A Sylas that found a light at the end of the tunnel even when others might think themselves to have hit the end of the road.