Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2032

Chapter 2032: Mistakes (1)

For some reason it felt like the entire rest of the world had become a sea of black, white, and grey. There was nothing that Sylas could focus on but the feather itself.

It drifted down, not just pulling on the winds that caressed it, but even the lines of the Mesh of Reality itself. Spacetime bent and twisted to its whims as though it wasn't as light as a feather at all, but instead carrying the mass of an entire world with it.

And then it landed in Sylas' palm.

Despite the changes, despite the variation, it was almost like it was always meant to land exactly there, like it couldn't have ever landed somewhere else. No amount of chaos, or tweaks, or changes in the wind or even spacetime itself could have changed where the feather sought itself to land.

And the moment Sylas touched it, it was like something had seized his heart, gripping it hard and refusing to let go. His Pride Seed wilted as though it was meeting a Seed far beyond itself.

Maybe under usual circumstances this would have never happened. But right this moment, it was like he was facing off against the world, as though the feather truly was something that weighed as much as a planet.

And yet, Sylas refused to let it go. Maybe it was out of Pride, or maybe it was out of something else entirely that he couldn't quite explain.

But he knew that he didn't want to let go, that he couldn't let go no matter what, that if he did let go, he would lose more of himself than he had before this moment.

And it was there, standing in the midst of the swirling storms of wind and space that shook the area the dark feather forced itself to be in that Sylas felt something click within him.

The Virtue of Pride Madness Key had been satiated, for but a moment. Somehow, it had registered him successfully culling the feather as something to be applauded and had released him from its grip.

But what of tomorrow? And the day after that? How long would he spend in this quagmire of his own creation?

He didn't know. But what he did know was that this feather... he couldn't lose it, he refused to.

He held it up and looked through its plumes. It really was just as light as one might have expected it to be despite what other impact it had on the world.

'Nosphaleen?' Sylas almost whispered it despite it being a thought. It was like he didn't dare to voice it just in case it might not be what he was expecting. 'What happened? How is this possible?'

A caw of a crow clawed at his ears. Its keening wails pressed into his ear drums, scratching and clawing at it continuously until even his own ears started to bleed.

Still, he refused to let go. In fact, he held onto it tighter.

There was something wrong here. This was somehow both like Nosphaleen and yet entirely different, almost like her Will had been twisted in some way.

But she was alive? Where was she?

'When...'

The word came to Sylas' mind and he shuddered at the thought.

Why was it that he wanted to ask that question? It was like it wasn't enough to try and figure out where she was at

all. But this feather, it had moved and whipped across time just as easily as it had done space.

No. The real reason that he felt like this was because it didn't change anything about the state of his mind. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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