Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2258

[Bonus thanks to SongfulSalt. And when I do I'm going to do what Spain did to Argentina]

The Sage Heaven was the Heaven of Wisdom. To pin down their abilities was extremely difficult as they had the widest variability. Though Hell Ancestor Tera had been a Hell Creator, Hell Rune Creators weren't even necessarily the majority of their Heaven.

They just so happened to send one this time.

But… there was one unique Profession that the Sage Heaven did have. They called them the Decoders, Rune Masters capable of unwinding and dismantling any formation set before them.

They were the worst sort of enemy to have, because one moment a formation that had protected your Clan or Sect for countless generations would be standing tall and proud… And in the next moment you would find it crumbling before your eyes.

Vaelith had even read tales of these formations not just being destroyed, but even being turned against the ones that it once protected. Stories of the Decoders wiping out entire Clans with a single man by turning formations against their masters weren't nearly as rare as they should have been.

If there was a Heaven that could send one person to ruin an entire dynasty…

It was the Sage Heaven.

It was truly difficult to say which of these three Heavens was the absolute best of the lot. But if one were to pick one that just barely eked out victory from the others… It would certainly be the Sage Heaven. Their well-roundedness and flexibility in Path was simply unmatched. And when it came to the Cryst Heaven Creators who most often leaned toward Heaven Creation, and the Mesmer Heaven Creators who most often leaned toward Fathomless Creation… The Sage Heaven had an edge.

And they would certainly not let this matter lie down.

In Vaelith's opinion, the Thryskai should sit back and be patient, see how much pressure Sylas could withstand on his own.

Then they should decide whether to deliver water in a drought and food in a famine, or whether they should pour a vat of oil into burning embers.

But Vaelith had a feeling that this wouldn't happen.

Too much chaos was unfolding. The Myrrakhael had been wiped out. The Vaelryn had been pushed out. An unknown Demi-God Clan had ascended while they had all had their attention turned toward the so-called Sanctum.

And to top it all off, there was some mysterious figure silently gathering forces of the forgotten and abandoned Thryskai Demi-God Branches to their side.

Not long ago, it had felt like the universe had entered a lull, a longing sort of eerie peace that extended into forever and didn't seem to have an end.

Then, one after another, a shocking event was triggered.

And for some reason… Vaelith was so very sure it was related to this name.

'Sylas Grimblade…'

Vaelith looked up from the sealed crack and shook her head. She was going off to study once again. Before the chaos, how could she not take advantage of the change to the tower.

It was about time she reached C-tier Rune Creation.

Maybe she should thank this Sylas Grimblade.

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