Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 812

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The situation didn’t seem as bad as one might expect. The operative word being "seem."

There weren’t soldiers knocking down the gates, nor was there the scent of blood or a heavy somberness hanging in the air. But there was no denying one discomfort.

Everything just felt the slightest bit off.

When Sylas walked out from the basement, he found himself greeted by a pair of militiamen who immediately went off to report his arrival to Cassarae.

He didn’t say a word, his expression as cool as ice, his hair almost stiffly swaying in tight, thick curls that carried the heft of a mountain.

Sylas didn’t wait for Cassarae, heading right to the city walls. His movements looked slow and deliberate, but they carried with them a surprising amount of speed.

If one looked beneath his feet, it seemed as though the earth itself was shifting, Runes spontaneously forming in part before vanishing after a lift of his foot.

This ability was eerily familiar. It was something that Ulrik had done, making it seem like he was walking on a moving escalator that added a great deal to his basal speed.

Sylas’ own method was very clearly not nearly as refined. The Runes were choppy, and his speed seemed to jerk in acceleration and abrupt stops from time to time.

But if Ulrik had been here, he would have been shaken to his absolute core.

That was because while it was true that Sylas’ methods were far less refined, what he was actually trying to accomplish was far beyond what Ulrik could do… so much so that they couldn’t even be placed in the same league.

Lightning sparked and twisted around his feet, beautiful streaks of silvery-blue dancing like Serpentes for just a moment before Sylas vanished, landing lightly on the village walls.

Sylas looked out into the distance.

As expected, everything seemed calm on the surface. The faint echoes of battle reached him first, but they had oddly been stronger and more potent when he had been underground.

It was interesting…

What sort of battle sounds would travel better through the earth than through the air?

Sylas took a breath, and there was a rush of noise behind him. Then someone landed to his side.

He didn’t have to look to know that it was Cassarae. He could tell by her scent, and maybe he should have been very happy to see her. But right now… he was really not in the mood.

Cassarae seemed to sense that something was off immediately and frowned lightly. In the end, she changed the words she had been about to say and got directly to the point.

"There is a Quicktime Event active right now. The salt water has eroded the soft soil to the point that the earth is collapsing in several locations."

"And you can’t go."

"I can’t, no. They’ve done it on purpose."

"I understand."

"It’s definitely a trap, Sylas. They’ve prepared something for you, and they’ve only grown bolder because you haven’t appeared."

Sylas nodded. They wouldn’t know that his absence was nothing more than a coincidental error. If not for accidentally being trapped on the other side and his timer running out, he would have appeared long ago.

But it was clear why his enemies would assume that he was just hiding away, worried about what their trump cards would be.