Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2048

Chapter 2048: Deeper and Taller

Sylas walked forward, Runes dancing around him.

He could feel the Domain of Hell oppressing him, fighting against his swirling formation of dancing spacetime. This was the Domain of Earth, not of the Sea.

But Sylas had never been one to bend to the Will of another.

He fought back against the solid, oppressive wall with crashing waves of relentless Will. His Pride formed tides, his Infinite Will forming one Soul Construct of world-toppling tsunamis after another.

This wasn't just a figure of speech. The reality played out in real time.

Spacetime was pulled into flowing currents and Runes spontaneously formed into their folds. The whims of the world were bent around Sylas as though he was twisting reality itself to his whims.

By comparison, Hell was solid and stoic. It wasn't nearly as flexible, but what it did form didn't break nearly as easily. However, this wasn't all good, because it made it predictable, repeatable. Sylas knew exactly what he was going to face with every step, and by the time he made it 5% of the way up the mountain, he had already begun to use the repeatability of Hell's Domain to his advantage.

A T. Rex swept toward Sylas. Using its head like a momentum-swinging whip, it rounded toward him in a wide arc until it could smash down its enormous head like a battering ram.

Sylas pressed out a palm. Before it could finish its rounding, the laws of acceleration twisted. Its angular momentum shifted and its carefully calculated arc toward Sylas was just off enough that its bite landed on an opposing dinosaur instead.

Blood spurted as it bit through a hard exterior shell sturdier than even a large tortoise's.

Raising his palm upward, the force of the bite multiplied before the T. Rex could even pull back. Its teeth shattered, the ligaments of its jaw ripping to shreds as it bit the creature in half.

Two screams of pain echoed as one creature outright died, and then with another step forward, the T. Rex quickly followed.

Sylas' palm landed on its body and it felt like something as heavy as a moon had crashed into it, ripping its leg to shreds as it was sent flying into the distance and right into the maw of a reptilian bird sweeping down from above.

Every calculation seemed to come with great ease to Sylas' mind. He found counters to the Hell Domain's counters, tweaking its laws as though they were his own.

With every dinosaur and beast he killed, his understanding of his own Fathomless Rune Creation increased.

The amount of Will it took lessened, the amount of calculation becoming more streamlined and clever.

He shouldn't have been able to wield the laws in the Hell Domain at all, let alone use the truest form of Spark Mastery like this.

And yet that was exactly what he was doing.

More control, greater assertion of his Will. Every step forward weighed heavier, but he only responded in kind as though he wanted to pull everything into his current.

The more Sylas moved, the more he understood why it was he had gravitated toward Fathomless Rune Creation in the first place.

Hell was too rigid. It was arrogant in its stubbornness, but it didn't effect change. It was patient and stoic, ignoring the ways of the world and only asserting things as they were, not as you wanted them to be.

Sylas didn't have any experience with Heaven, but if the logic carried on, it was likely very similar to Hell. It existed from above, looming over and overseeing. It probably had far more aspects of restraint than Hell did, keeping things beneath its dome of mastery and sitting upon its high perch.

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