Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1864

Chapter 1864: Improvements

Sylas' gaze sharpened when he stepped outside of the teleportation channel.

There was a familiar old man to the side. But across from him, there wasn't just one individual. Instead, there were three.

He had already expected to come across Fanelei―he had called her here. However, it seemed that her freedom in the Analei wasn't as great as it had once been.

To her side, there were two older individuals. But there was only one that Sylas was looking at.

To call this man old was a severe understatement. It looked like his wrinkles had wrinkles, his skin filled with so many age spots it almost looked as though his skin tone itself had changed.

The bags around his eyes were especially severe, so heavy and loose they covered the milky white of his irises almost entirely.

And yet, standing there, despite having the smallest stature and the least momentum, Sylas couldn't take his eyes off of him.

"Sylas-"

Sylas ignored Fanelei, his gaze still entirely focused on the old man. Every part of his body was pulled taut to an absolute extreme, and yet one would never guess by the look on his expression.

And then, suddenly, Sylas relaxed. He looked away from the old man and toward Fanelei.

"Did you say something?"

Fanelei looked like she was trying to convey something without saying it, and Sylas had a pretty good guess as to what that was.

It would be bad for the both of them if the other Ancestors of the Analei knew that Sylas was able to directly control Fanelei-or the fact that that was effectively the case, if not literally.

Right now, the Analei were under the impression that Sylas was the chosen disciple of Fanelei and they had a great relationship. This was the only reason why they were so alright with what was going on, even though Sylas' actions had put them in a great amount of danger.

But there was an obvious elephant in the room.

The Karma that Sylas had bet on went to the Emperor Sanctum instead. So, the Weaver Guild essentially went from panicking about how they would deal with the fallout of becoming newly in line as Demi-Gods, to having the rug pulled out from under them.

They technically hadn't lost much, if anything at all. And, to top it off, Sylas had crippled one of their longest- running enemies not only by killing their Cryst Emperor rising star, but also by snatching so much of their Karma.

But it still wasn't a good feeling nonetheless.

Fanelei was hoping that Sylas understood all of these intricacies and nuances. She knew that he was smart enough. The problem was that he was also unpredictable.

"I said, come and greet my Ancestor," Fanelei feigned calm. "This is Ancestor Nobel Analei. He has the highest level of seniority in our Analei Clan and is a man that I respect deeply."

"I've greeted him," Sylas said calmly.

Fanelei suddenly wanted to ram her head against a wall. Was staring at a man considered greeting?

Also, Sylas was still standing on the teleportation platform and was technically standing above them. It was the pinnacle of rudeness.

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