Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1941

Chapter 1941: Curtain of Crimson

Nosphaleen fought and struggled, pushing again and again to the point blood poured from her ears, nose, and even her eyes. But nothing changed.

The power of a God was too great.

Had Sylas really had something like that in his mind? How was he even able to stand for so long?

The thoughts of Sylas made Nosphaleen start to weep.

She truly couldn't remember the last time she had cried. Growing up in a dungeon as the pawn of the Sylphs, grinding everyday for a hope at revenge against those that had done her wrong, tears wasn't something she had had the right to shed.

If she cried, who would cry for the Ancestors that fell before her? The Clypsians who would never see the light of the sun or feel the soothing chill of the ocean?

But right this moment, a dam she couldn't even begin to control broke. It shattered her very being and shuddered through her Will.

And then she screamed.

Reality found itself bending and twisting, a power an E-tier should have never had erupting from her. She pulled, and pulled, and pulled on her Mesmeryx Bloodline, hoping to bend illusion to reality just enough, just enough to reverse what was happening here, just enough to bring her Sylas back to her.

But that fraction of a moment, that most subtle of pauses fragmented mere split seconds after.

Something within her broke once more and a barrier she had tried to crawl her way past crushed her from above.

Her skin exploded in a rain of blood, her bones shattering one after another. Genes within her constricted and corroded, some being loops in chains that went beyond the bounds of time and space.

She would have fallen if not for the bindings of the Hydra keeping her in place.

And right then, just when she thought she had lost, just when she felt that there was nothing left for her in this world and that everything she had would be taken away... She felt a hand land on her shoulder.

The hand was nothing but skeleton. It oozed of an emerald gold aura, but there was no flesh or sinew in sight.

When Nosphaleen used what little energy she had left to barely look up, she found a skeletal head looking back at her much the same way. It too, had no flesh, no sinew, no sign of life other than the orbs of dancing fire and flame that hovered in its sockets. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

And yet, Nosphaleen knew. She knew exactly who it was she was looking at.

"Sy... las...?" the words were squeezed out with what effort she had left. As though a light at the end of the tunnel she grasped at them, trying to hold them strong but feeling them slip right through her fingers.

The world seemed to fade and vanish, leaving nothing but the skeleton with a floating curled serpent at his ear and a scythe casually resting between the crook of his wrist and his shoulder.

The face was not there, but the general air of unbotheredness, of casual indifference, could have only ever come from just a single person, just one man.

Sylas Grimblade.

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