Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2351

Chapter 2351: You Are...

Varkesh was the first to notice the shift.

The eight-winged Ashen White Serpentes turned toward the distant pressure gathering around Sylas, his black-scaled patches flexing faintly where limbs should have been as a grin spread across his face.

"There he is, the coward finally decided to show himself, and here I was starting to think I’d have to use someone else’s spine for floss."

Rathyr’s ruby scales brightened as fire rolled beneath them, the Cindermaw genius throwing his head back with a laugh while the air around his jaws shimmered with heat.

"He doesn’t look like much from here, but I suppose that only makes it more entertaining, because if this is the human everyone has been crying about, I’d hate to think the Beast Heaven came all this way for nothing."

Beside them, the third Serpentes remained half-submerged in darkness, his body nearly impossible to distinguish from the void except for two pale eyes that narrowed toward Sylas.

"Don’t rush," the dark Serpentes murmured, his name Veyrask carrying none of the boisterous arrogance of the other two. "Something about him is wrong."

"You said that already."

Varkesh laughed harder and spread all eight wings, but before any of the three could move, three other figures descended into their path. Dry Mouth landed first with a heavy sweep of his body, Sarethvane coiled beside him with several coffins already phasing into existence, while Iskaleth floated silently behind them, her blind eyes lowered despite the fact her attention had already locked onto the enemies ahead.

Sarethvane looked across the three Beast Heaven geniuses and sneered.

"The only person I’ll lose to is Sylas, so if the three of you came here thinking your bloodlines made you special, turn around before I embarrass you." His coffins opened one after another behind him, dense currents of Dead Will spilling outward until even the void around them seemed to grow colder. "There’s little I hate more than fools who think too highly of themselves without earning it."

Varkesh’s grin sharpened immediately. "Little ants trying to play giant. You don’t look like you have much energy left to play with anyway. I’ll deal with you quickly."

His six lower wings and two larger upper wings buzzed at once, driving him forward as black fire gathered in his maw, but Sarethvane didn’t retreat. Something in Varkesh’s Will felt familiar, not identical to Sylas’ Hollow Wing Combat Mount, but close enough that Sarethvane could sense the resemblance...

"Good."

A coffin slammed shut between them just as Varkesh breathed.

Black flames struck the lid and spread outward, petrifying its surface before the stone began crumbling into ash, but Sarethvane had already shifted behind a second coffin and sent three more flying in from different angles.

Varkesh twisted between them with impossible speed, his eight wings making sudden changes in direction natural, while every burst of flame forced Sarethvane to abandon another piece of Dead Will before it could be turned to stone.

Rathyr’s attention had already fallen elsewhere.

His ruby gaze moved over Iskaleth slowly before his tongue flickered from his maw. "At least the Skai Heaven sent something worth looking at, and if you’re still alive after this, perhaps I’ll let you crawl back with me."

Iskaleth’s expression didn’t change.

Dry Mouth’s did.

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