Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682: Waves [Ko-fi Donation Bonus Chapter]

Sylas didn't seem to see the approach of the Grimblades; his focus was still on the formation. 'I see... they must have Aether Stone mines hidden somewhere within this mountain range. They're drawing from them...'

When Sylas turned his attention back to the small squad rushing through the mountain toward his location, he was surprised to find that it was actually a familiar person leading them.

Butler Joseph.

The butler was the very man who had welcomed Sylas and his family to the Grimblade compound and even led them to their accommodations, a location Sylas' family should be living in even now.

Now, however, he looked far less like a posh butler and far more like an assassin weaving through the lines of trees.

The group probably thought that they were well hidden, but they had no idea that their target was high above their heads. By the time they noticed the bird in the skies and the man that

stood on its back, they were already within two kilometers.

Their expressions changed.

The distance was too far for them to get a clear look at Sylas' face. Even Sylas himself only recognized Butler Joseph not through his face, but the cadence of his movement and his figure.

The small elite group was shocked for a moment, but they were well trained and drilled on how to deal with every situation.

Butler Joseph began to speak into what looked like a communication device and a shimmering sliver of light caught Sylas' attention.

BANG!

The echo of the sniper shot came too late. But the blaring warning of Sylas' Luck did not.

Sylas' head shifted to the side, a coldness blooming in his eyes.

A sniper would usually aim for the chest, but with the peacock below him, they didn't have the angle. It was also clear that this sniper was very confident in their abilities. If Sylas didn't move ahead of time, he would be dead.

The heat whistled by his ear and blood trickled down from his lobe. His visualization couldn't track the bullet at all, he had to rely on instinct purely.

Realizing that this could be trouble, Sylas' mind flickered through several thoughts.

The Aether in the region was too sparse. The next shot, after he managed to dodge, would certainly either come from a closer location where even he wouldn't be able to react, or it might target the peacock directly.

Sylas wasn't very worried about the peacock dying. In its current form, it was practically immortal. For all intents and purposes, the peacock itself was already dead, and all that was left was the Symbiote.

But that didn't mean that it couldn't be harmed and injured. If it lost the ability to fly, that would cause its own host of issues.

Sylas thought fast and he realized that the only solution was actually the formation in front of him.

There was a flash in his eyes as the reflection of Runes danced within.

His hand, still outstretched onto the barrier, suddenly shook with a pulse of his Will.

The formation was powerful, but it was too large and its centers of power were too far away.

In addition, it was only forged with 30 Foundation Runes, impressive by normal standards, but all but worthless in front of Sylas.

BANG!

The second echo came, and as Sylas had deduced, it came for his peacock. However... BANG!