Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730 Return

BANG!

Vaekra's foot landed on Sylas' back just as she had her foot hooked.

The grappling maneuver sent Vaekra off balance, her body being swept off her feet and sent into the air in one fluid motion. The rebounding power of her own kick had her flailing.

However, the grip Sylas and she both had on her bow kept her from falling entirely.

Her back arched and she pulled, trying to use Sylas' grip to pull herself back up, only for Sylas to suddenly violently push.

Vaekra crashed into the ground hard. If not for the soft soil, the damage certainly wouldn't have been light.

Without losing her bearings, however, she sent a shin right up toward Sylas' crotch.

This time, Sylas was forced to let go, moving his uninjured hand to block her kick.

BANG!

Sylas almost felt his wrist shatter beneath the impact. If not for the reinforcement of the Scorned Wraps, they really would have. But that didn't stop him from grabbing her leg and slamming them toward the ground.

Red gold wings appeared to his back and he accelerated in a ground-passing maneuver, forcing Vaekra's leg to the side as he mounted her from a side position.

Vaekra tried to sit up but found her bow and arms pinned to her body.

After a single useless struggle, Sylas' illusory wings flapped once and Vaekra found her vision spinning.

Sylas gained back-control, his arms wrapping around Vaekra's neck and his legs controlling her hips.

A choked spurt of air came from Vaekra's lips, veins popping up across her forehead.

From the moment Sylas got close, it was as though she had lost all right to resist. She could already feel her vision going black as the blood flow to her brain had been swiftly cut off.

She didn't want to die here… she really didn't want to die here…

There was too much she hadn't done, too heavy a burden that was still weighing on her shoulders.

However, that Will to live was being savagely suppressed by Sylas' Martial Will, Sparked Will, and Demonic Will all at once.

He was like a towering behemoth that crushed her from above.

Her brother's gaze flashed in her eyes. Had she made a mistake coming here? Was it her fault for wasting their last opportunity like this?

She had let down her brother's belief in her.

"No…"

Vaekra drew weak claw marks across Sylas' forearms, trying to free her neck.

"No…"

She dug deeper, barely drawing blood. But it was clear that with most of her Physical stats being put into Speed and Dexterity, Constitution and Strength weren't her strong suits.

"NO!"

BANG!

Sylas' pupils constricted as the danger came out of nowhere, but there wasn't any time.

Bone spikes suddenly grew out from Vaekra's back, piercing into his chest several millimeters before he was forced to let go of her neck and his Constitution won out. In the end, he was sent flying back instead.

He rolled on the ground, his pupils constricting as he watched bones grow out from Vaekra's body in wild patterns.

That was when he remembered something Nosphaleen had said very clearly…

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"If you run into a Dogon with odd bone growths coming out of them, however… Run the other way."

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Vaekra grabbed her head, a banshee-like screech coming from her as a pair of bone wings ripped their way out from her back, shredding her upper garments to pieces.

Runes pulsed into being across these bones like chiseled patterns into jade ivory.

Sylas could feel that Vaekra's strength had suddenly pierced through a thin paper veil, exiting on the other side as something that had undergone a complete metamorphosis.

Looking down at his body, Sylas found half a dozen heavily bleeding holes in his chest. He was already gasping for breath. The wound in his leg, left behind by Vesta, was only not slowing him down thanks to his telekinesis. But no amount of telekinesis would help if he was bleeding out.

At some point, it really was too much. Half of him couldn't help but wonder if this was really all just a coincidence… or if it was because of the system's distaste for him right now.

Just how many things could possibly go wrong on what was supposed to be a routine recovery mission?

Sylas coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiping it away with a forearm as Vaekra stood.