Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2015

Chapter 2015: I Hate You

Sylas perceived as though something inside of him snapped. He had felt it before. It had happened twice when he killed off two of his own Contracts. He knew what it meant.

Nosphaleen had fallen. He didn't need to see her body go limp to feel it.

This time, Yamero didn't have a single quip to make. He watched in silence, feeling the heft of the matter just as much as anyone else. For some reason, Earth itself found that it was silent.

Those that could watch had somehow felt that this matter was more important than they knew, but it was too difficult for them to put into words exactly what they were experiencing.

Nosphaleen's father swayed, catching himself before he fell. He slowly closed his eyes, letting the waves of the ocean take him deep.

He didn't feel any rage toward Cassarae. In the culture of the Clypsians, this happened often. And quite frequently it wasn't even for the sake of love itself, but instead lust.

He didn't think that he would ever have to watch his daughter make such a choice, but maybe no Clypsian father before him ever had either.

In their youth, it was a point of pride, even amusement when women fought over them. But maybe this was his own Karma.

As the leader of an entire bloodline Clan of the Clypsians, he had watched his fair share of women die for him. Never had it affected him... until now.

His eyes shut closed, his tears being carried away by the currents that shrouded him.

Sylas took a slow breath and finally took a step forward. He descended from above, landing on the battlefield.

Cassarae's wrist trembled slightly and by circumstance, Nosphaleen's corpse fell from her blade.

Blood trickled down, but the blade was so perfectly sculpted and polished that it fell from its surface in waves, right down until the last droplet, too, dripped to the ground.

There wasn't a single blemish left on the weapon, but the same didn't go for Cassarae herself. She met Sylas' gaze without a single sob, but the tears streaking down her cheeks seemed endless. They poured out from infinity, bubbling up in her eyes and pooling down in rivers of their own making.

She didn't know what to say.

Somehow, she both regretted and didn't regret what she had done, she both blamed and couldn't blame the man who stood in front of her.

She pointed her sword at Sylas' throat, her hand trembling wildly, too wildly. She nicked Sylas' skin, drawing blood that pooled down his adam's apple.

On instinct, she lowered her blade as though regretting it, but then she raised it again, her eyes flashing with emotions that ranged from fury, to sadness, to helplessness.

Life was so fragile. She couldn't bring such a person back.

Cassarae was so distracted she couldn't even react to being pulled into a hug. Her sword pierced right through Sylas' chest, but he reacted as though he hadn't felt a single thing.

The moment her head touched the warmth of his chest, his blood pooling down and soaking her through, her lack of sobs ended.

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