Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 802

[Class: Throne of Glassvolt Heir]

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Sylas didn’t even bother to look at the details of the Class. He was so completely focused that even the tingling sensation of Glassvolt Aether shooting through his body didn’t faze him in the slightest bit.

From the moment he saw the abilities of the Lightning Sylphs, he knew that this would be the final step of his Path of the Mancer.

Until now, what he lacked the most in was raw attacking power. Glass Aether was very good at area control and defense, but what it lacked in the most was offensive prowess.

Now, he had finally found the perfect method of completing this step.

But in the end…

It was just the first step.

He hadn’t suffered through all of that humiliation to stop here. And he certainly wouldn’t be stepping out of here after forcing Casstle Main to fight what was likely a bloody war all on its own for an entire two days to a long, drawn-out battle of attrition.

If he was going to step onto a battlefield right now, it would be to vent the ball of fiery rage in his chest right this moment.

Never in his life had he felt more uncomfortable than he did right now.

And someone would have to pay for it.

Since it couldn’t be Ulrik or Nyssa just yet.

It was going to have to be the Coalition government.

Sylas reached out and grabbed. His hand shattered the crystal ball the Body Essence Refinement Secret was within and the world warped around him.

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Sylas found himself in a bland world.

Secret Realms came in many shapes and forms. Until now, the only form he knew of was the kind the Rune Mastery challenges came in.

Those worlds were mostly illusory, testing the mind and sending in projections of the Will to face the challenge.

However, this Secret Realm was different. Sylas’ actual body had appeared.

Instead of a white fog, it was filled with a misty greyness. The world didn’t seem to have anything of interest… until one looked down.

An ancient platform stood, forged of aged, mossed-over rock that somehow both looked like it could crumble at any moment and stand the test of millions of years more.

The old rock had deep grooves in it, and at the center, right where Sylas stood, there was a platform with rattling chains.

A wave of information entered Sylas’ mind and he quickly understood.

The chains were actually for himself. To hold himself down so that he didn’t run away from the inevitable bouts of pain.

Sylas was indifferent to it all.