Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2350

At that very instant, the bridge stabilized.

Those already fighting across it reacted first, many of them stumbling or snapping their attention downward as the violent tremors beneath their feet suddenly disappeared. For one brief moment, a large portion of the battlefield thought the entire structure was collapsing, only for the opposite to happen as fractured sections fused together, warped stretches straightened, and the unstable void surrounding it settled into a smooth, perfected path.

Very few understood what had happened, and fewer still thought to look toward the distant figure hanging high above them like little more than a dot against the starry skies. Sylas didn't give them much time to wonder, though, because one of his hands remained tucked into his pocket while the other lifted, his index finger pointing downward.

Then he pressed.

An enormous finger of reflective emerald formed above the battlefield.

Normally, a manifestation of Will like this would have been translucent, something half-there and half-imagined, but Sylas' Will had grown so dense that the finger looked almost physical. Every crease, joint, and contour carried weight, and if not for the impossible emerald color and the Runes swimming faintly beneath its surface, one might have mistaken it for the hand of some colossal existence reaching down from above.

BOOM.

The bridge barely swayed beneath the impact.

That stability only made the result worse for the army of Serpentes caught underneath it, because there was nowhere for the force to escape and nothing beneath them to give way. Hundreds vanished beneath a single press, not even blood or fragments of flesh remaining behind, as though they had simply been erased from the bridge entirely.

Countless gazes snapped upward.

Sylas didn't seem to notice.

His finger rose again, another emerald manifestation gathering above a different section of the battlefield before descending under the same casual motion. He raised it once more after that, pressed again, and continued with the same steady rhythm as though he were tapping insects from a table rather than slaughtering the finest young warriors of another Heaven.

Every time he moved, Serpentes died by the hundreds.

Simply appearing on this battlefield required confidence that bordered on arrogance, because the incomplete bridge and the void surrounding it had already eliminated the weak before the fighting even began.

Those who weren't genuinely among the best of their generation were often stronger existences exploiting loopholes in the Heaven System, which meant that even the cheaters standing here were monsters compared to ordinary members of their tiers.

Sylas treated all of them the same.

C-tier geniuses, restrained B-tiers, hidden A-tiers, superior bloodlines and ancient foundations all disappeared beneath those fingers without distinction. From where Sylas stood, there seemed to be very little difference between them and the ants he had once crushed on lower Planes.

Most of the Beast Heaven didn't recognize his face. Neither did most of the Skai Heaven.

Yet when Sylas' Will continued blooming across the battlefield, forming emerald fingers that pressed down again and again, something strange happened. His name seemed to emerge from the pressure itself, not spoken through sound, but whispered directly into the understanding of every Will that came into contact with his own.

Grimblade.

Eyes widened across both sides.

This was him.

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