Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2172

'Charisma…'

The word echoed through Sylas' mind.

He had known for a long time that his Charisma was no less important than his Will. In fact, he had a feeling that his Charisma had levels to it just like Will did.

He could feel his Charisma advancing as well, he just never really understood where its dividing lines lay. It was almost like his Charisma was hiding from him.

But after experiencing that just now, Sylas felt he had just gained an epiphany that was roaring its way through his body.

Space and Time.

Will and Charisma.

The two felt like such a perfect mirror of one another, both interlaced in so many fantastical ways, the lines between them so blurry it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended especially as you began to approach the limits of power itself.

If he wanted to draw parallels between them, he could. He could draw so many he'd grow both tired and dizzy before he reached the end of it.

But that wasn't enough.

It was a thought, a hypothesis, but it was no conclusion.

What did it mean to be a Charysm, exactly?

No, more importantly than that, why was it that the particularly first person to ever accuse him of being such just so happened to be a member of the Gold Race?

And then why was it that directly after that, it was precisely an identity as a Charysm that allowed him to integrate into the Demon World and bend the whims of the Duchess to his pleasing?

Was it correlation? Or was it causation?

The definitions of Will and Charisma were both simple and impossibly complex.

Will was one's intent. Charisma was one's ability to apply one's intent to the outside world.

Everyone had Will, everyone had intent, everyone had what they wanted to do, to accomplish, to earn, to gain, to receive, to be awarded and rewarded.

But not everyone had the capability to see it through, to earn or to force, to gain or to take what their deepest hearts desired.

It was a simple definition, and yet the more you thought about it, the more complicated it became.

It was the same with Time and Space alike.

Space was a point in three dimensions, described by how far left or right and up and down.

Time was linear starting from one point and ending at another.

Simple in practice, more complex, looping, and endlessly fascinating the more one thought about it.

All of them came in pairs, all were interconnected. But there was one thought that linked all four of them together.

You could not describe a person's location without three points of space and a point in time.

You could not describe a person's presence without an understanding of their Will and how much of it their Charisma allowed them to imprint onto the world.

The largest historical figure would not be as such without a strong enough Will and a great enough Charisma to force their name to be known.

The smallest historical figure would not be as such without a weak enough Will and a weak enough Charisma such that they would blend into the infinite tapestry of the annals of time itself.

Split Realms.

His Will was the representation of his intent, of his life, of his Pride. His Will was Sylas Grimblade. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

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