Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 757

Chapter 757: Not Fit

It was quite amusing. Sylas found himself sitting in a cell across from, well, himself.

Nosphaleen was chained up and still pretending to be him. The two looked toward one another calmly before returning to their own thoughts.

Time ticked by, and as Sylas expected, the restlessness of the city caused them to have to take drastic measures. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a shame if he missed out on his three-day promise because some bureaucrats decided to take their sweet time?

Soon, his cell was rattling and two large figures in hoods appeared. They had the solemnity of death about them, a thick scent of blood wafting from their hoods, into the air as though they had just had a feast of raw meat.

Maybe it was supposed to be intimidating, but Sylas couldn't find himself caring at all.

This was what he had expected. They came to execute him, likely in a public forum. Since they were losing control of the city, the best way to manage things now was to rule by fear.

This wouldn't work for the long term, but because they had a short-term goal of dealing with Cassarae as quickly as possible, they probably thought that this would be enough to silence people for the time being.

Plus...

The Guiz City Lord certainly wasn't thinking very straight right now. After all, it was his younger cousin, a man that was no different from his own little brother, that Sylas had killed.

If he wasn't absolutely furious right about now, he might as well not be a creature of flesh and blood.

Sylas was ripped up from his feet.

What neither of these two bloodied reapers noticed, though, was that as Sylas moved past Nosphaleen's cell, she vanished.

...

After so long in the dark, the blinding rays of the sun made Sylas squint a bit.

It was high noon the day following as he was brought to the platform in a public square packed to the brim like rows of sardines in a line.

Unlike what one might normally expect from a public execution, no one was clamoring for better seats. In fact, it almost felt like they had been forced to be here.

And that was actually precisely what had happened.

Many would have come to this execution anyway, but City Lord Guiz, who stood on a high- rise building not far away, didn't just want them to come of their own volition.

He wanted them to understand that their lives weren't their own anymore.

High above the ground, his hands clasped behind his back, and his gaze filled with a deep, brewing darkness, City Lord Guiz watched as Sylas was forced to his knees, his head tilted forward.

"Today." City Lord Guiz began to speak coldly. "We will be executing a traitor of our beloved city."

Silence returned his words.

"Declassifying secret military procedures without permission, killing government officials, and causing millions in property damage along with traumatizing the most vulnerable community among us-the poor and the disenfranchised.