Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 806

Sylas met the Glassinox’s gaze and it was as though he had been hit with a wall of wind. Lines of pressure filled the skies and blood leaked out from the corner of Sylas’ eyes.

This gap here… it couldn’t be explained in terms of simple stats.

After his Body Essence Refinement, the one change that Sylas hadn’t expected was his Will jumping from 1999 to 3999 in a single bound. It was like his Dual Class Constitution was only now finally flexing its true might.

And yet, right now… it still felt like it was going to crumble to a single touch.

But Sylas just stood there.

He didn’t move forward, he didn’t flinch, his body just stood—his heart a bit tensed, but its beating even.

He basked in the feeling of weakness, of inferiority, as though he wanted to remind himself of what it felt like.

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It was hard to remain angry for so long. A burst of motivation could happen to anyone, and he had been riding on that wave long enough to make it through his Body Essence Refinement, but as his strength increased, it was inevitable that he would start to feel some calm, some reflection of contentment, some feeling that maybe the sacrifices he had made were all worth it in the end so that what he had gone through was actually just fine…

But no.

He didn’t want that.

He wanted his blade to remain sharp, for his heart to remain as stony cold as the frosted dew atop a mountain, to be reminded of that same, simmering anger that smoldered in his chest once before.

His Demonic Will flickered, a dense darkness flaring in his eyes as Glassvolt Aether charged up around him.

At first, it was just a few sparks, dancing between the fall of crystal shards of Glass. They had a silvery-blue consistency to them that flashed a dense gold from time to time.

His Shaping Will clung to the air.

BANG!

A reverberating impact echoed as the Wills of both man and creature met in the air. They bent and twisted around one another, and Sylas’ own was compressed so violently that it was nearly pressed back into his body.

But he held on, the steady rays of coldness in his eyes maintaining until his Will completely stabilized just three inches from his body.

The gaze of the Glassinox flashed with shock, its head rising up slowly from its coiled body.

"Human…"

Its voice sounded like rumbling thunder.

"… Why have you come…"

The language was a weave of hissing and what were almost guttural sounds. However, Sylas understood it with ease. Even if he didn’t want to, he would likely be forced to considering the strength of his Glassinox’s Will.

"For your head." Sylas said, his voice reverberating with a deathly coldness.

He raised a hand and the subtle sparks of lightning exploded.

The Glass in the skies multiplied both in number and in strength, mirrors of reflective light taking shape. The lightning that should have been unruly and difficult to control bounced between these mirrors, increasing in strength and density until Sylas seemed to be a God of Lightning.