Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2117

[Bonus thanks to Rikstingray <3]

Too predictable, too simple, too obvious.

Aether had its own Will as well. Four comprehended it, used it like a tool, but the Will wasn't her own, and it showed. It was just there, wide open to be taken control over, to be commandeered and stripped of all its character with a single thought from Sylas.

All he needed to do was to grasp the Will of her Aether. It was a C-tier Aether, and it should have been extremely difficult for a D-tier Rune Creator like Sylas… except for the fact that Sylas was a Fathomless Rune Creator of the D-tier. He could step into the high levels of C-tier Rune Mastery whenever he wanted.

Grasping the Will of a single Aether was as easy as breathing, especially since he didn't need to comprehend it enough to grasp control of it… He only needed to understand it enough to shatter its rhythm.

Sylas' fist blurred through the air as he popped his other shoulder back into its socket. It was like he didn't see a beauty in front of him at all, her body broken down into equations and shifting lines of Will in his eyes.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Three quick fists landed on her torso, an elbow struck across her chin, a knee caught her jaw.

Sylas leapt through his attacking knee with a calm grace. He landed on the ground, his body leaving afterimages in its wake as he comboed into one attack after another.

Four couldn't even find the time to press another advantage. A single mistake and it was like she didn't even have the right to stand in front of Sylas.

It shouldn't have been like this. She had already seen Sylas' strength before, she was sure that she could handle it. She had just been too furious, too careless. If she just had a single chance to pull back, a single hope at flipping the situation, she was sure that she could turn the tides.

She wouldn't get that chance. At least not without outside interference.

Sylas simply peppered her with one attack after another, the cascade of booms building up in a violent tempest that left her roaring in winds that ripped her asunder.

Her dress tore, her hair was shredded in the howling air, she coughed up a mouthful of blood as a fist landed in her gut, nearly ripping through to the back of her spine.

Sylas' eyes narrowed as he felt a shift in the air.

BANG.

Four soared out like a speed bullet. For a moment, Sylas' control over the battlefield slipped as Six and Five appeared to his left and right. The former, an enormous Royal Blue Troll, wielded a twin pair of axes that descended with an oddly deft ferocity. While they seemed to only have one gear, Sylas could sense a myriad of changes within them.

The latter lashed out with a vine-formed whip. It left blooming flowers in its wake, and then its tip arched almost like a blade thrusting down from above. It cut through one illusory flower after another, the rippling waves causing the petals to spin in relation to one another.

A gorgeous rainfall of blossoms fell from the skies.

One attack was vicious, the other painted in beauty.

Sylas slid back, only for an illusory flower to block his path.

PENG. PENG. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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