Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2049

Chapter 2049: Hypocrites

Sylas' aura flared, his hands forming claws as he grabbed at the air before him. Space shook and time twisted as he yanked it down.

Runes fluttered into motes of light and dancing butterflies, the continuous cascade of them looking like both a relentless waterfall and a stream of moonlight.

It felt like he was pulling against the world itself, every creak and wrinkle in space sending out a violent ripple as far as the eye could see.

And then he swept down completely, stepping forward and through the blockage that was before him.

In his wake, little more than a river of blood was left behind.

Sylas almost stumbled forward, gasping for breath with every inhale. But his air came out even faster than he took it in as though he was hurriedly pushing the CO2 away in a desperate grasp for more oxygen.

Gales swept through the dark space, a pounding headache hammering at his skull continuously.

The sight before Sylas should have already been enough to snap him out of his fatigue, but even standing there, staring ahead, there was little more than a slight flicker in his expression.

He hadn't quite made it to the peak of the mountain, but when he made it about 80% of the way up, he had sensed an opening. If he completed the leap in a single go, he was sure he could make it past a barrier.

He just didn't expect this barrier to open up to a lab. One that not only hardly had any equipment at all, but instead had a single man floating in a vat of bubbling liquid.

The bubbles almost looked as though they came from the breath of the floating man, like he was breathing the waters in and out like it was little unique from air.

The eyes of the floating man suddenly snapped open.

Even then, Sylas didn't flinch. He just rose there, looking at the man as he caught his breath.

The man could only be described as perfect. His eyes were nothing but orbs of darkness, his body looking like it was carved out of a deep mahogany that almost carried the slightest undertones of violet.

His physique hardly looked like it was carved of flesh, but instead like it had been chiseled from stone, every muscle being defined to an exaggerated extreme.

"You should not be here."

The voice of the man didn't sound like it was filtered through the waters at all. Instead, it was like he was booming his words right into Sylas' ears, practically like he was shouting from right next to him in a rave.

Yet, the man didn't seem to be straining in the slightest.

Sylas didn't reply, but he never took his eyes off the man as though his entire body was focused on even the slightest action the man could take.

Sylas had already faced off against Gods before. Two of them, in fact.

One of them was so powerful even its passive stomach acid almost cost him his life. The second had lost 99% of the beast it once was, and still took schemes to put down for good.

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