Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1745

Chapter 1745 Scourge

In the history of the Seeing Eye Guild, they had likely suffered tragedies before. But many of them were so long ago, and had taken place when they were so much weaker, that it was demanding to treat them as a true part of themselves.

What happened on this day, though, was something that they wouldn't forget. It would be ingrained into their very beings for centuries, millennia, even further.

[Hollow Call (Talent)]

[Level: 100]

[Instant Death to those beneath Forging Will.]

Hollow Aether was an amorphous Aether, one that mixed the concepts of Spacetime, Glass, and Bone Essence. Formed from the fusion of the Glassirith, the Bone Tailed Lizard, and Sylas' own expertise and various treasures, the Aether was something that Sylas might have even preferred to control over his current Chaotic Space Aether.

Unfortunately, there was a reason he hadn't been able to. The Hollow Wing was a very unique existence, and there had been portions of the Runes of its Aether that Sylas hadn't been able to fully grasp even until now.

And, now that the Hollow Wing was of the E-tier instead of the F-tier, it was even more difficult for Sylas to grasp it.

But... he felt like he had grasped onto the faintest corner of it after comprehending Void Rune Mastery. And yet it was still so very far away.

Even so, Sylas had known of this loophole to make use of Hollow Aether himself. It was just that he hadn't ever been painted into enough of a corner to be forced to this extent... Until now.

When he roared out with [Hollow Call], all he thought of was spreading his Call as far as he could, painting the skies with his voice.

The Seeing Eye Guild was a place of elites. Even their F-tier disciples would have Wills above the Forging level. It could be said that the fact [Hollow Call] was such a fragile skill even at Level 100 was a testament to the fact that while the Hollow Wing might have been a Sacred Beast, it was still a Sacred Beast with the template of a Silver Beast.

But none of that mattered. Not right now.

Not when Sylas' roar still managed to kill billions, his voice spreading through the void and extending far and wide.

Ancestor Entrim's pupils constricted into pinholes. "STOP!"

She roared, waving a hand that sent out tides of Aether that severed the call of Sylas' roar.

But even so, it was already too late.

The forest around Sylas shattered, the Will that the Glutton had accumulated no longer having the foundation it needed to protect itself. All of the Will the Glutton hadn't already managed to devour was suddenly released.

The Glutton faltered, the destruction of his field causing some minor backlash to him. He had been far closer than the Sloth, and the delay bought Sylas invaluable time... time he used to show the world one very important thing.

The Bloodline of the Grimblades.

"Sever."

Blades of golden emerald fell from above, slicing apart the Will flying and accumulating through the skies.

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