Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2116

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Four's pupils constricted into pinholes when she saw Sylas. She honestly couldn't believe that someone could possibly be so bold. She also couldn't understand what the hell Sylas could possibly be thinking either.

Sylas had already escaped the first time, had he not? If he just wanted an opportunity to kill her, back then would have been the best chance.

But now, he had even less support, and he was here alone…?

No.

Her eyes rapidly scanned the teleportation platform, lingering lines of Aether becoming clear and obvious to her. There had been two people that came through that portal, not just a single one. Sylas wasn't alone.

But even then, that was just two people. And though the second was an A-tier, they had many A-tiers in their headquarters. What the hell was Sylas thinking? What did he think he could accomplish with this?

Unfortunately for Four, she was misunderstanding something.

It was true that Sylas didn't have the raw strength to defeat an A-tier with ease. He would probably have to go all out against a B-tier—assuming that they were an actual powerhouse of their tier with decent strength, that is, and not the three weaklings that had just tried to take his life.

But the Sylas that had burned his potential to the limits and fried his brain beyond the point of return and the Sylas of now were two different individuals.

Sylas hadn't chosen to leave back then because he felt he would never be able to deal with them. He had decided to leave back then because he was simply too tired.

Even he had his own limits. He wasn't quite yet ready to face the challenge that the Cryst Heaven provided.

But now… he was well-fed, well-rested, and in the best mood he had been in since maybe his childhood itself.

That wasn't the same sort of Sylas at all.

And that was a Sylas who had no fear against these people.

"I'll kill him!" Six growled.

"Stand back." Four said coldly.

Six froze in space as though something had clutched at his very throat, his body seizing beyond his control.

He wasn't the only one. Every member of their Guild that had come rushing out found themselves frozen, an icy cold pooling out from Four with every step she took.

Her peacock feathers danced in the wind, icy blue eyes hovering from their depths as they bore down onto the world.

There was nothing Four hated more than to be treated as the object of One's affection. But One was too powerful, his family was too powerful, and she was under the umbrella of the same race.

Their marriage wasn't one she could escape, and his "care" was especially heavy whenever she was hurt.

Because of Sylas, she had experienced too much of that care in the last several days. She couldn't have dinner alone, her baths were drawn for her and he sat there as she bathed to "make sure she could get along well," even her breakfast was spoon fed to her one forkful at a time.

Four closed in the rest of the distance, her sword dancing through the air in four, five, six combined arcs that formed a combination that left no stone unturned and no path to escape.

Sylas' gaze flickered.

This Four was quite decent. Her sword wasn't just fast, it was powerful. But her combat style was unique to anything he had seen before.

These Cryst Emperors were Cryst Emperors in the truest sense. Salivar had leaned far more heavily on Will than he probably should have, even splitting personalities and emotions so that he could manage his three different paths.

But this was the first time Sylas was truly seeing a style of combat that went beyond what Will alone could provide. It was more raw, more straightforward, and it was fueled with a more barbaric sort of power that pulled on the universe not with Will, but instead with an understanding of the energies that formed its mesh.

It was also far more predictable and all too easy to break.

The thing with a path like this one was that it followed its own sort of rigidity, one decided by the Aether they chose.

And Aether was just the byproduct of Runes in Sylas' eyes.

He pressed a finger forward.

Chi.

Four's combination attack shattered.