Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2057

Chapter 2057: Prisoner?

Sylas walked ahead, vanishing into the darkness. There was a flicker in Hoffman's eyes.

"How long can we expect it to take before he asks for help?" the old man asked, Akshat and Nobel having become distant memories already.

Malikhi gave Hoffman a look. He seemed to be about to say something, but then he looked over and met Fanelei's gaze. The latter seemed to still be enraged, but when she heard Hoffman's comment, a flicker of amusement lit her eyes instead.

She saw Malikhi's look as well and they both seemed to make the same decision.

The situation in the Analei Clan's territory was far different from what was going on in the void teleportation realm. Large numbers of Analei gathered as though they were waiting for something or someone, and right at the front of it all was a familiar figure-though tinier than usual.

Leia.

She ignored everybody else, standing at the front of the group with fury still in her eyes.

Never had she forgiven Sylas for killing the love of her life. Her grandmother had told her that she could kill him if she could manage it, and it seemed like that opportunity had come for her today.

News that Sylas would be captured and brought forward on trial as a prisoner had been spread. The news channels were unknown, but the information was trustworthy enough that so many Analei had come.

Sylas was no normal human by this point. The entire Mortal Realm had heard his name, name that was only more infamous to the Weaver Guild than the Seeing Eye Guild itself.

It was no secret that the Seeing Eye Guild wanted Sylas' head, but the Weaver Guild had almost as much reason to want the very same thing.

Yet, of them all, Leia believed that she was the most wanting.

Her aura seethed, her teeth grinding like quaking earth in her ears.

Hoffman walked out of their underground network in a daze.

Not a single time. Not once.

He had been watching the entire time, and his senses had been primed to an extreme. But not only did Sylas not rely on any external items, he never asked for help, and his steps didn't even pause a single time.

The most shocking part? He walked in a line so perfect one would have thought there were markings on the floor he was unable to step outside of.

"How?" Hoffman gasped out.

It wasn't possible. There weren't even clear teachings on how their Void Teleportation system worked, it hadn't been built by them in the first place.

It was a reward one of their actual Founding Ancestors had received at some point in the distant past. It was probably the most valuable treasure they had in their stores as it was one of the only ways to seamlessly teleport across impossible distances.

Only they and the Thryskai had such methods.

Yet, from what it seemed like...

"He can...?" Hoffman's voice trailed off as though he didn't want to complete the sentence for fear it might actually be true.

"Not yet. But in the future, he certainly could maintain, fix, or craft a new one from scratch." Fanelei remarked calmly.

Hoffman's face went vivid red, not from embarrassment, but excitement. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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