Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 849

Beads of sweat fell from Sylas’ brows. Or rather, they would have had it not been for the fact his head seemed to overheat to the point of evaporating them instantly.

All Astrid and Malachi could see was an impenetrable shield constantly protecting him, but what they couldn’t see was the fact that Sylas was continuously drawing again and again.

These short burst drawings lasted for no more than split moments even to Sylas’ slowed perception, and each one took another huge chunk out of his Mental.

But Sylas was no less than a machine.

Every line, every stroke, every foundation was just a little bit more perfect, just a little bit closer to what he needed.

And then he crossed Breath Mastery and he saw the other side.

Sylas’ gaze sharpened. This wasn’t good.

There was a very big elephant in the room right now that he had yet to confront.

Just how many foundations were in a Gene Talent Rune?

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The complexity of a Rune was usually decided by the number of foundations, and from Sylas’ understanding, the pinnacle of complexity for an F-Grade Rune was 100 foundations.

But Gene Runes already felt unfathomable to Sylas, so how much more complicated were Gene Talent Runes? But if they were both at 100 foundations, then what was the difference between them?

That was when he realized that his Gene Talent Rune wasn’t 100 foundations at all. It was a mere 10.

10 foundations.

Just 10.

Wait, was it even that many? Or could it be even less than that?

This should have been a good thing, but Sylas immediately realized that this was anything but. That was because it opened himself up to a question that he hadn’t even known to consider until now.

If foundations weren’t what made them so complicated, then what was it? Was it really just a matter of a perfect, 100% mastery drawing? Or was there something deeper?

It didn’t take Sylas long to realize that it was a combination of the two, and the latter of them was where the crux of his problem lay, even if he had yet to confirm he could accomplish the former.

The Mesh of Reality.

There was something particularly special about the foundations used here, unique from any Rune Language that Sylas had ever seen, so much so that he couldn’t describe them even through Ancient Ithkuil.

As he tried to organize them in his mind, he found himself practically short-circuiting and reverting back to his native tongue. When in doubt, he couldn’t even begin to describe his own confusion.

Sylas ran into a wall.

The blades were coming faster and sharper, to the point that they were beginning to carry some decent pace even within Sylas’ slowed perception.

By this point, Malachi and Astrid could only focus on themselves. They weren’t dealing with the blades one by one like Sylas was. Instead, they were deploying blanket domains in one direction, continuously clashing with whatever came.

Sylas didn’t have the luxury to do this because not only would it destroy his Blade Aura Gene Talent even faster, it would also make it more difficult to study it and practice.

He had to balance activating it and using the brief instances where it was off to observe and attempt to draw some more.

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