Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1846

Chapter 1846: Already

Sylas took a breath, and then another deep breath.

The Glass Throne high in the skies continued to stand there, tall and proud.

And then Sylas took just one more breath.

It felt like the entirety of Earth had breathed with him. His pupils dilated, his understanding of the world hitting absolute perfection.

Earth had been restrained for so very long, restricted by broken Runes and several failed Summonings.

While the system made it clear that it would only be now that the people of Earth got full access to the range of benefits that came with it, there was one thing it neglected to mention, only implying it... That being that Sylas would also gain full access to the range of abilities that came with being a Progenitor.

In one moment, Sylas' Will was at death's door.

In the next, he was brimming with it, the world around him reaching perfect harmony with his very Will itself.

It felt like he was breathing with Earth, and while he didn't quite have enough understanding to match this feat with the whole of the Milky Way Galaxy... He didn't need such a thing right now.

A golden glow lined Sylas' severed limbs and they finally healed, fusing back into his torso. Strands of flesh wrapped around one another tighter and tighter until it almost felt like they were far stronger than they had been before.

All of Sylas' fatigue was washed away and he felt just the slightest twinkle from his Title Palms of Fate for the first time in a very long while.

But he also didn't need it.

His grip on the spears tightened and power erupted from Sylas' limbs. No longer relying on his telekinesis alone, the world trembled beneath his might.

The wood of the spears splintered as he ripped them out and then suddenly pulled on them.

The ancient warriors were ripped off their perches, but the irony of it all was they didn't even have the chance to recover.

A violent swirl of Glassvolt rippled out from Sylas in the shape of a sphere as he roared. Everywhere it passed, the ancient warriors died in droves.

And when it flickered out of existence, Sylas stood in the middle of the carnage... if the vast emptiness and twinkling emerald precipitation could be called such a thing.

He looked down at his hands, somehow feeling as though he was looking at his body from a third party's perspective. It felt like the Earth itself had become his eyes.

Sylas closed his eyes for a moment.

So this was what it felt like to be a Progenitor, to feel all-powerful and untouchable...

[Title Unlocked: Progenitor Unity]

[You have heard the call of your world and responded. You are no longer just a Progenitor in title, but one in essence, in ancestry, in blood. The beating of your heart rhymes to the rhythm of the winds that caress your face and the rays of starlight that lick at your flesh.] [Fair warning, though, Progenitor of Unity. Damage inflicted to your World will now directly harm you.] —

[Progenitor Unity: Bronze]

'Bronze, is it? Why does it feel so much like a Comprehension?'

Sylas felt Earth whine, a large amount of its energy being siphoned away. But he hardly reacted to it at all. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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