Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1840

Chapter 1840: An Example [Bonus]

Sylas didn't move, he didn't celebrate, he didn't gloat. He wasn't one to do anything of the sort anyway. But right now, he didn't feel the need to.

Especially since he could feel something... something odd.

It was like a Will, but it was processing. Processing faster than should be possible, and adapting to a larger scope, a wider lens.

Sylas could feel it. Like he was under a microscope, pressed down between two glass pieces and squeezed thin until all his insides were perfectly laid out.

And then a light shone right through him. Forceful, purposeful, elucidating what might be left, or maybe just what remained.

It was a feeling more uncomfortable than any he had ever experienced, and one that he couldn't seem to rip himself free from. Even when he expanded the scope of his Progenitor status, even when he truly allowed himself to feel the width and breadth of the Milky Way for the first time truly... down to its countless stars and the rivers of its scattered inhabitable planets.

It wasn't enough.

Xalor's body shook and he straightened. The golden roads that descended from the skies broadened their width and solidified once again, the cracks that had formed across them becoming vein patterns of new gold even brighter than the last before these veins cannibalized what remained until what was left was a road even brighter than the first.

And then Xalor's body began to glow, cobwebs of gold extending from the hole in his back until it was patched and began to seal up on itself.

All the while, Sylas did nothing. He stood there as though he couldn't feel the probing and prodding, like he couldn't feel the cold steel edge filleting his skin open, the prongs sliding behind his eyeballs and peeling his eyelids back, the tube that slid down his mouth through the whole of his body.

It was all an illusion. None of what he was feeling could actually be seen. But it was an illusion that blended into reality, as though the higher-dimensional beings doing all of this were playing with the limits on what was and wasn't allowed.

But Sylas didn't give them a reaction. He didn't even move.

It was like he and Xalor had swapped places, the latter moving freely while he was the one frozen in time.

The flames in Xalor's eyes seemed to return and he locked gazes with Sylas. It was something that should have burned Sylas' irises away, and yet the flames that sparked along them seemed to be wicked off of them.

Xalor pulled his sword back and raised his blade, a new decree taking shape in the skies.

"The crimes of Sylas Grimblade have been elevated to the most severe decree. In response, the only appropriate punishment is of the highest order.

"Gene Erasure."

Xalor's sword trembled, the skies split beneath its mere presence.

Crackling lightning, arcing in strands of bronze, took shape across his great sword as though he was truly commanding judgment.

The sword descended. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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