Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1855

Chapter 1855: Shower First

Sylas stared at Cassarae for a protracted while.

"So, let me get this straight. You left incestuous monuments in your wake, and you made Szorn do it?"

"Well, I wasn't going to fucking do it myself, now was I? That's gross."

Sylas stared at her for a while longer. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter all that much, does it?"

"Not really. If you managed to get out, and their old were so susceptible to being manipulated in such a way, it's doubtful they're powerful enough to care about."

"Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you calling me weak?"

Sylas only stared back, and Cassarae's smile became dangerous once again.

"I seem to remember my Will breaking someone else's. And I'm just a tiny level 0. You have a lot of shit to talk for someone who just got their ass handed to them by an F-tier."

"Mm." Sylas nodded, thinking about Cassarae's Sword Aura.

He hadn't missed the fact she'd lost her Will Titles. But the reason he didn't react to it was because he had noticed something more shocking.

She hadn't lost the Titles-they had evolved.

Her Will Title had evolved into Sword Aura. Her Will was her Sword, and her Sword was her Will. They were one and the same now, without distinction.

Sylas hadn't known that was possible. But he was also quite sure that he couldn't follow the same path either.

Doing so would require basically giving up his path of Rune Mastery-or essentially making it so that he could only draw Runes directly related to the sword, or whatever path it was he ended up choosing.

The path Cassarae had taken took dedicating her entire being to a single path. Sylas couldn't do that, not if he wanted to continue reaching for the pinnacle of Rune Mastery.

Sylas had seen some of this in the Weaver Guild, though. There were many sections of the libraries heavily dedicated to a singular path. None were as narrow as a sword, for example, but there were Rune Masters that focused entirely on building one particular type of weapon or treasure-some that focused on large-scale infrastructure or defensive formations, or others that focused on widespread attack formations.

There was a seemingly endless amount of depth in every path, and from what Sylas could see from the Weaver Guild, they encouraged specialization where possible.

It had made Sylas realize that he had yet to battle a true Rune Master, but if he had, the sort of battle he was expecting probably wasn't the sort he would get.

He liked to think a lot that the Rune Masters of the Sanctums weren't true Rune Masters, but instead Will Masters. In fact, many of them embraced that as well.

But were they truly so far from real Will Mastery? It was just that rather than specializing in Rune Armors as a whole like a Rune Master might, they focused their entire being on a single sort of Rune Armor.

He knew if he dedicated himself, he could become among the best alchemists—or among the best blacksmiths, or anything else beyond. But... If he focused too much on one thing, he would miss the forest for the trees. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

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