Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2170

This was the nicest he planned on being to just about anyone not directly related to him. The Prince was very lucky that he hadn't done something far worse to him. But as far as Sylas was concerned, this would end here.

This battle in particular could have only ever ended one way. He understood too much about the Sanguara, and between his Aether blooming and the Seals, his control over bloodlines and Genes was far too strong.

The Prince could only barely meet Sylas' eyes in the end, his gaze fierce, but ultimately too fatigued. He could only fade away, falling to wisps of nothingness.

Sylas exhaled a breath. He had spent far more energy on that battle than he wanted to, but this was never going to go smoothly.

No matter how easy he made it seem, these three were at the pinnacle of what was possible for geniuses of the Demi-God Plane, and they were his enemies.

Before this, he hadn't even stepped onto the Demi-God Plane yet, and now he was fighting their best. And yet… he would only let this end one way.

Sylas looked up and met Thessa's gaze. Almost as though on cue, her body warped and she was pulled forward. However, when she appeared across from Sylas, she didn't move.

"Why?"

Those were the first words out of her mouth. She looked at Sylas calmly, standing just a bit taller than even he did. It wasn't by much, just an inch, but considering Sylas stood at over 6'6" now, she was exceptionally tall for a woman… well, a human woman, anyway. But she was no human woman.

"I do not understand. The odds of you being selected to battle every time is low, and this matter does not involve myself. I have never heard of you, nor of where you hail from. Kairos claims that you are a descendant of his Race, but you do not have any of the aura that the Zeus Clan does.

"Why is a Split Realm targeting you? Who are you?"

At first, Thessa thought that maybe Sylas was a God, but that made little sense.

A descendant of the Zeus Clan couldn't possibly be Gods, especially with such diluted blood. Plus, he had struggled too much against the Prince to be a God.

To have had the Prince's True Name and still taken so much effort to win was quite pathetic in Thessa's eyes. As far as she was concerned, the Duchess was a fool who had betrayed her family for love, telling her husband her brother's True Name.

The Prince that Thessa knew was a worthy enemy and far more powerful than this.

Of course, her eyes weren't sharp enough to see that Sylas had comprehended the Prince's True Name on his own. But in a way, she was correct. It was only because of the Duchess that he had won so easily.

But ironically enough, Sylas didn't even know his woman's True Name.

Sylas met her gaze calmly. He didn't know this woman and he had no reason to explain anything to her. What he needed from her, he would take himself.

After all, he was very interested in understanding the intricacies of the Thryskai's bloodline.

Once he was done with her… the Zeus Clan would be next.

He reached out a palm and Runes danced to life.

SHIIIIIING.

The Death Seal warped, the Life Seal quaking above him. The echo of a sharpening blade resonated against the void itself as the curved arc of the scythe's edge manifested in a quick swipe across reality.

Sylas almost delicately touched the butt of his scythe to the ground. It stood there as he adjusted his sleeves, shifting his red shirt and calmly pressing it to his body.

It seemed that red shirts were quite good at hiding blood.

This time, it was Thessa's turn to laugh. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

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