Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2148

Sylas didn't even make a move to stop him, not that he really could. The gap in power was enormous.

However, what was particularly odd was that after watching him for a moment, Sylas' gaze actually shifted away from the Blazara just the slightest bit, peeking over his shoulder and spotting something in the window of a vessel.

'There.'

Sylas realized that this was where his feeling of being watched had come from earlier. There, staring at him, was the Duchess.

There was a look of indifference on her face and she was lacking the familiarity she should have had. She was observing like she was a third party to everything, and maybe that was exactly what she was. She didn't actually seem to be among the number entering the Split Realm.

Her brother, however, he was. Much like Sylas, he was stuck in an event horizon, being stretched out across countless kilometers.

But something in the air was starting to shift. Sylas could feel it coming.

When the Duchess felt Sylas' gaze, she frowned as though something in her had shifted. Right now, she was wearing a cloak, her beautiful features were covered and the only thing that could just barely be seen were those hovering, glowing eyes of hers.

So why did Sylas pick her to look at out of everything? Especially considering his current situation?

Sylas, though, didn't look for long, as though he had just had an itch to scratch. And now that it had been thoroughly dealt with, he could finally give the S-tier hounding him the attention he so desperately craved.

There was a flicker in Sylas' eyes.

"Scram."

A flame of red-gold sparked in Sylas' eyes and the moment the Blazara met it, it froze in the air. Its eyes widened and all the momentum it had built up in its arm to strike came to an abrupt halt.

BANG.

The Blazara's arm exploded into a rain of blood, the backlash far too great for it to handle.

Yet, it stood there as though it hadn't even noticed. Then, it fell to its knees in the skies.

Sylas didn't even watch the scene happen, paying little to no attention even as the Blazara brought its spear to its throat and cut its own head off.

The blood of the S-tier was stretched through space.

It was hard to tell just how many people were paying attention to what was happening right then. But it could be said that the Split Realm was the absolute center of attention. The appearance of an S-tier to cut off the hope of the Golden Race was just the cherry on top.

The Demons were simply dominating this war. And the Golden Race, the pinnacle of the Demi-Gods, had struggled to keep up, diverting too many of their resources to something unknown.

Presumably, that unknown was the young man in front of them. This was why it was so shocking when it seemed he would die so easily. Many had thought they were already seeing the end of the Golden Race that had reigned for so very long.

Then Sylas' lips parted and he spoke a single word. No one could seem to see his eyes but the Blazara himself.

…

Sylas' eyes slowly opened to what could have only been the most beautiful view he had ever laid eyes on.

He sat above the clouds, sparsely spotting flowing rivers of blue and greenery from on high. His perch was a tree that pierced into the stars, its leaves a radiant but not piercing gold, its bark such a rich brown it felt like warmth and home incarnate.

The scent of a delicate, not-overwhelming lavender hung in the air, a gentle rustle of wind carrying his hair up.

Sylas found that last part particularly odd. His head was well-maintained, but it curled and had a strong density to it. Usually, a gentle wind wouldn't shift it this much, it would take something far stronger.

But everything about this world simply felt far more substantial than any other world he had ever been in.

When he looked behind him, he found maybe the last sight you would expect to see in such a tree…

A city. One no less expansive than the tree, and yet so respectful of nature that it was entirely seamless. Sylas could sit here on the end of one of its branches and just as easily stroll into the city whenever he so pleased.

Something suddenly fell out in front of him and Sylas registered and caught it before it could plummet to its death below.

Sylas' gaze flickered as he realized what he caught was a wrist.

And the being on the other end of it was none other than an unconscious Duchess.