Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2206

What did that mean? Sylas had little to no idea.

He felt the pair of eyes following him around, not necessarily suppressing his Will, but almost slowly eroding it, chipping away and eating at it as though to slowly take away from him to feed its Envy.

Sylas had never really felt anything eat away at his Will like this. His Will had always been so very firm, and right now, especially considering he had only just gotten True Infinite Will, he was in a better position to defend against such things than ever before.

But there was something about Nosphaleen's eyes that made his Will weak, as though there was a chip in his armor that it was nibbling away at.

Sylas' gaze became frighteningly cold and his aura completely changed.

The man sensed the danger before he felt the shift in the air. And then following the shift he felt the heaviness of Sylas' aura before a fist slammed into his gut.

Something was ripped cleanly away from Sylas' telekinesis the moment his strike landed on the man, but it was as though he didn't care.

Wisps of emerald were leached away from his body, but that didn't stop him from drawing an elbow across the man's chin, catching the side of his head in a single, claw-laced palm, and then slamming it down toward his knee.

With one side of his ears cupped and the other ramming into Sylas' kneecap, the man felt like his entire brain was a soggy mess of ringing resonances.

Sylas' actual strength was pitiful, but the way he applied that strength was so effective it left the man staggering for a moment as though he couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down.

He stumbled a step back, his spear swiping out as though both in some bid to keep Sylas away from him and regain his balance. He couldn't remember the last time he had used his weapon so clumsily.

It felt like there were three Sylases in front of him. Or, rather, three pairs of Sylas' eyes. There was a sharpness radiating from them that underpinned the Will of the entire world, a planet-shaking Will spilling over into the ebbs and flows of Death Runes that swirled around Sylas.

Sylas' telekinetic martial arts responded in kind, and right down to his very Genes themselves, he felt a resonance with death.

The thing he hated the most was a lack of control, and maybe even slightly more than that, he hated when that lack of control was tested.

He wouldn't allow anyone to cross that bottom line.

Whatever happened to Nosphaleen… fine. It didn't matter at all, actually. He would drag her back.

Death pooled into Sylas' body and his skin almost infinitely paled as though it was losing every hint of its sickly sort of color.

It was just as Sylas had said, there was a connection between his telekinetic martial arts and his once broken Aether Pathways.

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