Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2198

A rumble shook the galaxy.

To say that the Demi-God Plane was sturdier than the Mortal Plane was a severe understatement. If the latter was like a gingerbread house, susceptible to the bite of a child or the twist of their little fingers, the former was a steel-reinforced home built of brick and concrete—rigid and unmovable.

Not only did it take more strength for a person to move earth, shatter stone, or even cause fluctuations in the air, but the fabric of its reality itself was simply on another level entirely.

This was all to say that the trembling of the Demi-God Plane was incredibly rare, and it could be said that every time it happened, it could only be the result of something that would fundamentally change the trajectory of several years to come… At least when it happened on a scale like this one.

And the rumbling of a galaxy was certainly on such a proper scale.

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The location was that of the Efivara Clan. They were a peculiar people, not only because of their traditions, but their appearances.

On first glance, they were little different than humans. In fact, one might have thought they truly were.

They had skin somewhere between dark and extremely tanned, bodies that seemed lanky on first appearance, but were wired with compact, elastic muscles, and stature that lived somewhere between five and seven feet tall.

If a satellite took an image from above, they would seem like any tribe of people from ancient Earth.

But that was where the similarities stopped.

On their faces were swirling patterns of agitated skin that almost looked like elevated scars. However, these patterns looked far too controlled, far too calm and measured to have been true scars. No enemy would ever be so delicate, especially not on one's face.

But what was even odder about these "scars" was the coloration of some of them.

Some were faded like true scars, but others glowed oddly. For the young this glow almost looked like an infection, as though an infestation of pus and white blood cells were fighting it out beneath their skin.

But on rare occasions amongst these young, and more commonly amongst their old, these swirling scars carried with them a glow that was much more ethereal, eliciting feelings that were less skewed toward discomfort and grossness, and more eliciting feelings that tugged on a sense of awe and curiosity.

Some looked like they had flickering motes of lights dancing beneath their skin, some looked like they had currents of the most gorgeous blue waters, and some looked like they had burning magma churning away beneath.

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