Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2211

Sylas fell to a knee, a splitting headache threatening to tear him apart.

He didn't know when it happened, but he had emerged on a mountain, a mountain he actually recognized. It wasn't because it was special, but because it was a mountain of Earth.

He wasn't sure when he had appeared on Earth at all, but what he did notice was that layers upon layers of sand were descending to the ground from above.

Some had already settled below, they fell to the oceans—or what was left of them—drawing them into murky currents. The land became saturated with their heat in some instances and their cold in others.

It was like someone had taken the world of the Efivara, broken it into tiny little pieces, and then sprinkled it across the land as far as the eye could see and as far as the heart could feel.

But the integration… it was horrible.

There was no real cohesion. It felt like the two worlds really had just been rended into pieces and then slapped together as though that was all it took for two worlds to come together.

Something was missing. Sylas knew it was missing. But his head was hurting so much that it was hard to even think properly.

It was like both worlds were screeching in horror, in pain, and he was the only one who could hear them, the only one who could even begin to understand them.

They both took Sylas to be their closest person, the only person they trusted with their lives, and now that they were suffering, they reached out to him, not to force him to experience the same pain, but because it was the only thing they could instinctually do.

It wasn't their fault. They had the mind of children and the maturity of babies. They didn't know that what they were doing was only harming Sylas. But by the same token, it was impossible for Sylas to have realized that something was wrong with as little experience as he had if they didn't react like this.

Sylas' gaze sharpened and his Charisma thrummed. He pushed through the pain, letting out a furious roar until his body exploded in size, a pair of horns growing from his head.

The skies crackled with black lightning, the illusion of a crimson eye appearing high above.

A strong rejection force appeared around Sylas, and in that moment of clarity, he realized a problem.

The only times he had entered this Demonic State was in the past. Back then, the world was literally falling apart, the Real and Demonic Planes were in an all-out war, and the dividing line between human and Demon was meaningless.

But he was no longer back there.

He was the Progenitor of Earth and could, as such, allow whoever he so pleased onto the world. He had even been actively hiding a gate to the Demonic World on Earth for a long while even before then.

But now Earth was in an odd state of fusion with another world. Whatever benefits he had weren't nearly as perfect.

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