Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 923

Sylas could feel his Luck blaring warnings at him, but it was like he couldn’t sense it at all. He stood pat, his back straight, his Will flaring with life and vitality.

Today, he wouldn’t be back down.

Every time he felt a System City crumble, it was like another chain fell from his body. His sight became brighter, his mind sharper. Runes began to spontaneously pop up in his vision, things he hadn’t been able to see before seeming so obvious now.

He practically breathed them all in, insights coming smoothly and one after another. Connections that he hadn’t been able to form in the past coming so naturally.

And then he began to feel it weakening.

Earth was falling into a state of dormancy. As though a warrior that had fought with everything it had until the final moments, it was tired. Its eyes fluttered closed, and its body finally began to start healing.

The insights came slower and slower, but the glow in Sylas’ eyes didn’t grow dimmer along with it. If anything, they only grew sharper.

He knew that this was just the beginning. Earth would fall into dormancy for now, but once he found the method he needed to awaken it, they would soar to an all-new level.

And he was confident that he would be able to do it.

If he could do this, something all his predecessors had failed to do, he would be able to do this.

No one would be able to stop him.

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Archibald stood so high in the skies it wasn’t the clouds that acted as his backdrop, but the stars themselves. He might have been beaten and bloodied, but a wild grin began to spread across his face.

Then, he lifted his head to the skies and laughed. He laughed so hard it almost felt as though the trembling of Earth was because of him and him alone.

All around him, various elder men and women stood, each one dressed in various arrays of treasures. Some looked like knights, others like mages, yet some others looked like they had been plucked straight out of video games, their assortment of mismatched equipment making it clear they cared far more about optimization than fashion.

Most of them were human.

Some of them were Sylphs, the difference only discernible by a slight point in the ears and a subtle glow to their skin as Aether hummed naturally around them.

All at once, they looked toward Earth as well, frowning.

Just what happened? What was going on?

Archibald’s laughter was particularly grating on the ears.

"Stuard. Veronica. You traitorous, self-harming, spineless cowards. You’ve done all of this, and for what? Just to lose in the end? In the past, what did we promise? Your Ravenclaw and Darkmane families might not have always seen eye to eye with my Grimblade family, but I thought we all had the same vision for the world."

"I was wrong about that. To think I would choose to help entrust such an important decision with you all…

"But if you think Legacy or that little Emperor holds a candle to my descendant, you’ll find out very soon just how pitiful you are. I cannot wait to watch him take every single one of your heads off."

Stuard Darkman slowly regained his focus, his gaze locking onto Archibald.