Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2243

[Bonus chapters thanks to Eeshoo and BobTheEngineer <3]

A male Thryskai had appeared in front of Sylas, his eyes a stormy cold. A bit of the aura of a B-tier radiated from him, but everyone knew it was worthless here. The only thing that mattered here was how strong your Rune Mastery was and nothing else.

But even if Sylas was a D-tier Rune Creator much like this man was…

Kaeloth was also a C-tier Spark Master.

And he just so happened to be the third ranked C-tier Rune Master of their generation.

His Will rippled out in blue waves as he faced off against Sylas, a deathly intent spilling out from him.

"Who is Elara Grimblade to you?"

Vaelith was still trying to recover down below when this happened. She didn't expect Kaeloth to step out, and she half mused it was an ego thing. But when she heard the question, she realized that unlike herself, Kaeloth recognized the Grimblade name.

How was that possible? There was no way she would miss such a powerful Clan from the Skai Heaven.

What she expected even less was Sylas' shift in aura the moment the words were spoken.

BOOM.

Kaeloth went flying, a palm of emerald green slapping down at him with a force that sent the skies rippling. A violent current surged until he was slapped down into the earth below, pinned beneath the heavy fist.

Sylas' Pride Seed churned and it felt like his Will and Charisma had become entirely untouchable.

The palm condensed until it was nearly a real hand, the amount of Will flooding into it so great Kaeloth found it difficult to even summon his own. The world around him was formed of so much Sylas that he couldn't find the space to cast Runes even if he wanted to.

It was just like their Rune Duel all over again.

Sylas stood in the skies, his hair dancing with fury.

He didn't even know why Kaeloth was asking the question, but his sensitivity toward Will was unmatched by most. He could tell when someone was hostile, and all he needed to know was that Kaeloth was exactly that.

"If even a single hair on her head is harmed…"

The skies crackled with lightning when Sylas began to speak, a raging torrent peeling across it. The clouds were rended to pieces, and even the tower itself began to shift faster and faster, its gears and churning mechanisms overlapping on one another as though time itself was beginning to speed up.

Sylas didn't finish the words, and yet it felt like the world was finishing it for him.

The heavy air of destruction, the violent churn of Will, the way the Runes in the skies reacted as though they would happily, or maybe with fury, turn to any form Sylas wished of them.

There was simply no misunderstanding what he was saying.

The world was breathing out the words for him.

Chi.

A line of pink suddenly cut across the skies.

BANG.

It was too fast, colliding with Sylas' chest before he could react. His body shot back, but not before his hand clamped onto a wrist.

Sylas didn't care about anything else right now. The moment his little sister was mentioned, he saw little more than red.

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