Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2086

[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan :)]

Sylas didn't breathe at this point. The world howled around him instead.

He clashed with a puppet in a dance of blades. His body completely lacked any sort of flesh, muscle, or sinew, but it didn't matter. His telekinesis coated his body, his Will blazing in an inferno of its own creation.

His scythe met the crossed short throwing knives of the puppet. It wielded them like claws and he wielded his blade like a guillotine.

He slid back, before his bony feet flexed, erupting with strength. The world was pulled into the quagmire of his Will, his telekinesis martial arts ripping away at the layers of control the space had even over him until he pulled on the amount of strength he thought he deserved.

BANG.

Forced to separate from the puppet again, a glow of life danced in Sylas' eyes, fogs of chaos radiating from him in waves.

His teeth rattled in a wide grin.

BANG.

He accelerated, the world cracking beneath his feet. His weight increased, space folding in on itself as he bulldozed right into the puppet, slicing it to pieces.

Flecks of Will broke from his body. He no longer bled, and his bone was all that was left of him, but his Will itself still took severe damage every time.

The weight of every battle only grew greater, but he could finally see the top, finally see where it would end.

His hair had long been burnt away. In its place, foggy streaks of black and white were left, his eyes radiating in similar orbs.

Sylas didn't feel like he was fighting against his limits. He was fighting to erase the frustration in his heart.

The matters with Nosphaleen hadn't become his new memory of the volcano, but only because she was alive. If she really was dead and there was no bringing her back, what exactly would he do then?

There were so many pressures on his shoulders, so many chances to make a mistake, if he failed in his first true challenge since he had made his promise to never make another… Then what would his word count for?

Chi.

Another puppet took shape and Sylas was already moving.

The puppet's hand suddenly expanded, blotting out the skies as it swatted down. The complex gears that formed its body shook and it finally seemed to be breaking free of its usual constraints.

Sylas' bony jaw rattled beneath the wind pressure. If his eyes had still been there, they would have lit up.

This was exactly what he was waiting for.

So many of the puppet's mechanisms were a mystery to him, impossible to read or understand. This forced change… it wouldn't be able to hide from him even if it wanted to.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

…

Juxi and the others were completely numb. Every time they thought Sylas would fall, he would continue, even to the point he was little more than a walking, running, slashing skeleton.

They had never seen anyone just continue despite being so heavily injured. Could this even count as mere injury any longer?

Sylas was already just an E-tier to begin with, how could he—. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

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