Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2244

Wrenlow felt his face deform, his cheek crack and split beneath the pressure. The power behind the fist was more substantial than any he had felt. It wasn't necessarily strength, but it was almost like… it would become exactly as powerful as it needed to be to bring him to his knees.

It felt like he was trapped in a race against someone at a leisurely pace. Every time he thought he could push the pace by them, they would just calmly hit another gear as though they had an endless reserve to pull from.

It was a heavy sort of oppression that he couldn't even begin to describe, and somehow, because of it, the fraction of an instant where knuckles met his face was extended into long seconds.

BANG.

He crashed heavily to the ground.

Sylas rose in the skies, blood leaking out of his belly, but his eyes blazing with crackling emerald.

He didn't even follow up with the pink haired man, he didn't care about Wrenlow in the slightest. He could tell that Wrenlow seemed to have a problem with him for another reason.

Whatever that reason was, Sylas didn't care at all. Whether it was just because he had harmed Kaeloth, or something else, it didn't matter.

Kaeloth ripped free of Sylas' Will during the latter's distraction. He stood, a bit shaken and disheveled. However, just as he was about to attack—.

"Stop."

The pair of voices were eerily calm, so much so that Kaeloth thought of simply directly ignoring them. But for some reason, when his body made a move to act, he was anchored back down in place.

It wasn't a power landing on him, oddly enough. It was more like the instincts buried deep within him felt fear that his conscious mind couldn't even register.

His face paled and he looked up to find that there were two old men walking across the skies. When he felt the aura of their robes, his face paled even further.

That… those were A-tier Rune Creators.

Kaeloth had never even seen one in person. He didn't even know they existed.

He didn't understand why such a being would even appear now? Were his senses fooling him?

Sylas looked at their robes calmly, and then up to their faces. These two were, unsurprisingly, Oura and Tera, but Sylas had never seen them before.

What he more so wanted to know was why he was interfering. They were Heaven and Hell Creators respectively. He didn't have any relationship with them, and since he was a Fathomless Rune Creator, there was no reason for them to care about him either.

There was presumably good reason the tower divided people up as it did.

Almost as though on cue for his thoughts, a small bronze cube descended from the skies.

Oura and Tera paused, and then even smiled as they turned all their attention toward Sylas. That box would only appear for one reason.

The tower was granting someone a ranking.

And if the tower was granting Sylas a ranking now, it couldn't possibly be a coincidence. He should be the one with the Creation of Key. He should be the very one that Shah had tried to scry and failed.

This must mean that Sylas had only just finished his exam.

The cube stopped before Sylas' face and then unfurled, until flashing echoes of a light stopped to reveal a robe.

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