Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2158

The foremost pair of statues were crushed to pieces.

As though not to be outdone, Gogo shot into the clouds like a bolt of black lightning, soaring far and high until he looked like little more than a dot from below.

He took a deep breath and Sylas could feel the rampaging of the skies around them. It was like everything that was here was rejecting Gogo, unwilling to allow him to fly further, to soar higher.

But Gogo took it all in, allowing it to fuel his bloodline, to spark the fury of his Ancestors.

Every echo of his heartbeat was another booming, thunderous peal across the skies.

And then he roared.

The palace shook on its very foundations as Gogo's horns grew even further. Unwillingness, horror, pain, it all laced through the roar, filling it with a distraught sort of Will that crumbled at everything it came into contact with.

Sylas even found that his own Will control faltered for a moment, slipping out. It almost felt like this ability was eerily similar to the Hollow Wing's [Hallow Call] ability. However, this one was far more imposing and controlled at the same time.

[Hallow Call] was an instant death to those with Will beneath a certain level, but this call of Gogo's forced his Will into the crevices of another's Will, morphing and changing it.

It was a forced empathy, one that made one experience the plight of the Basilisk Kings, their suppression, their Pride, and their unwillingness.

In one respect, if Gogo forced it enough, the Will of a person he was targeting could collapse beneath it all. It was like the weight of an entire ancestry falling onto your shoulder, how many people had strong enough Will to withstand that?

But by the same token, he could choose to hold back and interrupt your Will instead, making it hard to cast Skills or Runes.

And yet, on top of that, it had one more ability, and maybe the most important ability of them all…

And that was to borrow from the rage of his Ancestors to fuel his own Will, bringing it to a completely different level.

A line of grey-black flames so concentrated it looked like a laser beaming down from the skies ripped through everything in its path.

Then it vanished.

For a moment, it looked like nothing at all had happened until the statues began to crumble. They didn't fall into large lumps of stone. Instead, a gust of wind passed by and it was like they had never been much more than beautiful creations of sand.

They wisped away into ash until nothing at all was left.

Gogo's roar began a vibrating pulsation of deep reverberations. It took Sylas only a moment to realize that this was no longer a roar at all, it was laughter and a sob mixed into one.

He bent down, pressing a palm against Gogo's head.

For a moment, neither said anything until Sylas spoke.

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