Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2011

Chapter 2011: Culture

When a sudden portal to a world on the verge of Demi-Godhood was opened up right before Earth, it wouldn't be a surprise for every powerhouse worth their salt to be paying attention to it.

As for how many such powerhouses there were sensitive enough to notice such a thing, Sylas honestly had no idea. He really hadn't cared that much about the growth of Earth. As far as he was concerned, he alone was enough. And as things went, he was probably as correct about that as he had been about anything else—and he tended to be correct a lot.

What Sylas, in all his genius, didn't quite account for was just how strongly Nosphaleen would be holding onto his hand, and how the first scene the seas of Earth's powerhouses would find upon this happening was precisely the sight of this.

Sylas raised an eyebrow and then his gaze shifted up.

Earth's formation was above him. Yamero had definitely done an excellent job. There was no way he could have pulled that off without taking advantage of the fact he was the Progenitor of Earth, somehow.

As for how, it would have taken Sylas a bit more time than he had now to figure it out. On one hand, that made Yamero quite the genius-but Sylas already knew that.

The real problem was that the reason he wouldn't have all that much time to figure things out was because he would very soon have a lot of other problems to deal with.

A cannon of concentrated Aether fired right at them.

Sylas closed his eyes and sighed. There went his dreams of peace and calm.

He opened his eyes and the beam of Aether completely dissipated, shredding apart down to its very roots until nothing but fluttering pieces of Strokes and Foundations lay stranded in the sky.

It was quite the beautiful sight if there wasn't as furious as a wild beast on the other end of it.

Cassarae stood on the walls of Castle Main behind a cannon five times the size of her body. She pulled Aether Crystals out of thin air, slamming them in so hard the entire wall cracked.

Pulsing lights came from the end of the cannon and it looked like it was about to fire again.

Sylas' lips parted as he moved to say something, but before he could, Nosphaleen let his hand go and shot forward.

At some unknown point, Yamero appeared by his side.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Sylas didn't even know what to say. By this point, several figures were coming out of various buildings in the city, including his parents.

Nosphaleen landed on the cannon as though she didn't fear her own destruction.

Cassarae's expression was ice cold, and for a moment the world crackled in icy blue and dense crimson. The echoes of sharpening swords and flowing water filled the air, one clashing against the other.

Nosphaleen pulled out a trident as though yanking it out from space itself, and then she pointed it right at Cassarae's head.

The fury in Cassarae's eyes boiled over and the howl of her sword approached long before she even reached for it. When she finally did unsheathe it, though, it was like she had yanked it out from the depths of hell.

The scent of blood filled the air and an illusory guillotine formed in the air as though formed of her Will itself.

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