Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1841

Chapter 1841: Once

It was hard to say exactly what he was feeling right now, mostly because even that feeling was being stripped from him. One would think that the Angels wanted him to suffer, for his tears to become the tonic of their oppression. Maybe they should want him to beg and plead, to lower his head and grieve in his regret.

But they seemed entirely uninterested in even this. They didn't allow Sylas even to feel regret or even really fear for his life. It was like even his Will itself was frozen in time, restricted and restrained.

He was no human. He was a lab rat strapped to a table being slowly dissected only so that the weak and unintelligent masses had the time to register what was happening.

They didn't feel the need to make a spectacle of his grief. The aftereffects would speak enough for themselves. The wasteland that was left of Earth would be the memento to this occasion, projected for the world to see.

And as one Horizon after another managed to patch in, slowly expanding the scope of who was seeing what and what was seeing who, the limbs that fell from Sylas' body only became a silent scene of one thing.

Acceptance.

It had been so very long since the last time one had dared to put their hands on the descendant of an Angel. The world had forgotten what it meant to fear them.

Today, they would be reminded.

And it was in that moment, armless and without legs, his blood pouring down from above in heavy streams... That Sylas laughed.

He shouldn't have been able to move. Shouldn't have been able to feel or express his inner thoughts. He should have been a prisoner in his own mind, his body being splayed out and filleted beneath his own eyes just as much as the eyes of the rest of the world.

But slowly, the laughter spread, and a crown began to flicker above his head. It blinked out of existence as quickly as it formed, but then it came back before winking out again.

And then again.

Then again.

The world churned as the blade suddenly came for Sylas' neck.

In response, Sylas' teeth bared, a crimson and black glow radiating from their canines as his head suddenly turned.

He bit down.

The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed, sparks flying through the air that set acres of forest on fire.

Xalor's expression seemed to finally show the slightest bit of a shift. He tried to pull his blade back, but Sylas' bite only grew heavier, his canines growing as he growled with a wild madness in the depths of his eyes.

He was furious.

BANG.

The crown of Primus Imperium took shape on his head, a ring of broken swords and tarnished blades trembling with blood.

A green-gold aura coated Sylas' fallen limbs and they rushed back toward him.

Sylas understood what was happening. These people hadn't known he was a Galaxy-level Progenitor. But the moment they did know, they simply adjusted the scope of their control, focusing no longer on just Earth alone, but instead the vastness of the galaxy as a whole.

Sylas had originally shattered their edict and control over the region by wielding might that extended beyond Earth alone. But once they too extended beyond Earth, there was nothing but a dead end left for Sylas.

Or rather, there should have been.

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