Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 965

Chapter 965 Debut

Sylas didn't know much about the Mist Race. Or, more accurately, he didn't know much about their socio-economic issues in terms of their placement in the wider Skai Galaxy.

But he had lost to Lorien, and her ranking listed her Race very clearly, so how could he not have looked into it? He might not have the same hatred for her that he had for Ulrik, but what he did have was a fierce competitive spirit.

In his life, Sylas couldn't remember losing very often, at least not when he put his mind to something.

It was one thing to lose to someone far superior in strength, and maybe Lorien could have been classified in this way…

He just didn't agree.

There was no doubt that this was ridiculous, but this was just how he saw things. He would defeat her with his own strength at the soonest opportunity.

Unlike the Thryskai, the Mist Race were actually barely stronger than the Human Race of the Skai Galaxy. Although they were of the E-Grade in Race as well, they were below even the Sylphs.

The main issue they faced was that it was hard to progress. Their Unique Gene caused changes to their body that caused women to be birthed 60% of the time, leading to a heavy imbalance in their population.

To match this, they had a change in culture where the strongest women amongst them strategically married outside of their Race in hopes of fixing this imbalance.

This part of the story Sylas could mostly guess. That was because there was no reason for Lorien to be chosen out of the sea of Rune Masters to purposely lose to Ulrik.

Obviously, Lorien had been pursuing Ulrik hard for his Genes, and this caused the Thryskai to believe that she could be trusted.

But Sylas saw Lorien's true face during their battle. With their Will bared to the world, there was nothing that she could hide from the man right across from her.

He sensed her sharpness, her ambition, her grit. In all respects, she was a respectable woman.

It was just that he didn't care.

Billowing misty clouds of pink and violet rolled across the ground, one Aether circle after another taking shape.

"Stay." Sylas said calmly.

BANG!

The ground beneath his feet compressed, his Scorpion Warlord Armor blooming with life and vitality.

He wanted to fight this battle himself.

With a flex of his bicep, Sylas' claw arched from a downward position, slashing up in a wide curve.

The face of a Mist Race member was split into ribbons. From the back, their head looked just fine. But from the front, it looked like a sea of blood and shredded flesh.

Sylas stepped by her, his shoulder brushing against her body.

She was sent spiraling, slamming out to the side and taking out a river of Mist Race existences.

The path of the Mist Race was heavily reliant on the Will and souls. Most often, this manifested into illusion abilities, but this wasn't all that they could do.

Though they were known to be weaker than the Sylphs, their ability to deconstruct their bodies into amorphous, wispy forms was far superior. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

But their strongest method, and the root of their Unique Gene, was their Mist Manifestation.