Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1724

Chapter 1724 Laughter

Panic would have been a proper emotion. Maybe fear, that felt right.

When one stared death in the face, it was inevitable that even the strongest of men would feel such a thing. In truth, Sylas was far too hard on himself for what happened that day in the volcano. There wasn't a single great man who had never had such a moment. And those that hadn't had simply been handed everything they had.

What decided the sort of person you were was what you chose to do after this.

Would you fold like the majority?

Or take a step forward?

For Sylas, at a moment like this, he seemed to have peeled any sort of fear or uncertainty from himself. Feeling his life slipping away, he didn't give a single thought toward this being the end.

His eyes flashed, and for the first time, he used his new Runeweaver Eyes.

The world shuddered as a Charisma the likes of which morphed gravity and twisted space appeared. His eyes shone brighter, as though a veil that had been over them was shaken off, and in that moment, Salivar, who had been so very certain he had a great grasp of Sylas' Will, felt his own falter.

Salivar's control over his Aether was stripped, the Aether pouring into Sylas being broken down, separated into the Foundations and Strokes that formed it, and scattered into the wind.

The chains on Sylas' arms rattled, and the pair of swords were shaken back.

Taking a step forward, the gold coating Sylas' skin shattered into a rain of ashy ambrosia. It trickled down from the skies in a beautiful cascade, forming the backdrop for Sylas' dancing white hair, thick as the mane of a roaring beast.

Since Mixed Demonic Arts wasn't working anymore, he would just have to use overwhelming power.

Sylas swapped to Madness, and the world nearly shattered before his gaze. Runes of Space and Time arrived at his beck and call, his Runeweaver Eyes fusing them into a complex tapestry.

BANG.

A single fist careened across the air. Wind compressed and a void collapsed, a dense blackness being all Salivar registered before a hole was blown out of his shoulder.

Salivar just barely managed to dodge on instinct, the blood-red Aether taking control of his body. It was a subtlety that Sylas didn't miss in the slightest.

As for the golden lightning Aether, it snapped back. Salivar unveiled his own eyes. They roared with life and vitality, the control that Sylas had gained over his Aether faltering and then collapsing entirely.

A pair of gazes, both within the realms of the D-tier—a tier that should have been far beyond a pair of F-tiers to control-clashed. Sparks of emerald and gold lightning shattered against one another. It experienced almost as though a pair of nebulas-one a royal green, and the other reflecting the color of the gods-had clashed in the depths of space.

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