Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2359

Chapter 2359: Apex Predator

Sylas didn’t say anything, but Vaelith felt herself growing more uncomfortable with every passing second.

Honestly, she had been surprised when he chose to leave in the first place, because nothing she had seen of Sylas suggested that he was the sort of person to tolerate someone standing in his way, let alone openly arguing over who would earn the right to kill him.

He was too bold for that, too assured of himself, and the Pride hidden beneath that cold exterior was the boldest, wildest, most unafraid-of-consequences sort she had ever seen.

Sylas simply assumed that the world should move when he told it to. When it didn’t, he moved it himself.

That was why Vaelith had found his retreat strange, even if retreat wasn’t quite the right word for what he had done. He had simply decided that the Vaulkyn and Draeven weren’t worth the interruption, turned his back on them, and continued toward whatever destination had drawn him into the Beast Heaven in the first place.

But now they had caught up.

Vaegor and Vaelor descended toward Yamero from above while Kaesha’s enormous ship pushed forward from behind, its formations bending space until it appeared almost directly in their path. Their earlier battle had apparently done nothing to settle the matter, and if anything, the sight of Sylas leaving had only made all three more determined.

Vaelith expression changed as the air shifted.

Sylas had been willing to ignore them once because Nosphaleen mattered more than whatever prideful nonsense had inspired this chase. Apparently, the fools behind him had interpreted that mercy as weakness, or perhaps worse, as proof that Sylas Grimblade had actually run from them.

Sylas stood from Yamero’s back. His expression remained calm.

Then he took a step forward.

**

Somewhere else entirely, a young man strolled across the cosmos with a typewriter balanced effortlessly in one hand.

Two pens rested behind each ear, a backwards baseball cap sat crooked over messy hair, and an old detective trench coat hung from his shoulders with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His fingers danced across the typewriter keys while he walked, each mechanical click carrying strangely far through the vacuum around him.

"This Sylas Grimblade is a fucking hoot, woo, I haven’t written stories this good in forever."

He grinned from ear to ear and typed faster.

"Where’s this Elara Grimblade thread going to go, though? What a mischievous little brat—ah, I shouldn’t talk about her, if Sylas gets angry and comes after me I won’t be able to keep having fun."

His fingers stopped.

The grin widened.

"Oh, but this... this here is interesting."

He leaned closer to the page.

"Hohohohoho, so the little tigress—I mean lioness—is going to team up with who now? Oh this is good, this is too, too good."

A distant star collapsed.

The supernova erupted to his left, swallowing entire stretches of the cosmos beneath light and annihilation, but the young man kept walking as the blast rolled over him. A moment later he stepped out the other side with the typewriter untouched, still reading whatever had appeared across the page.

"I might as well have written it into fantasy myself. What an elegant choice, what a perfect storyline, whoever wrote this is a true genius, a true genius indeed."

The keys began clicking again.

**

Sylas’ foot landed on the Draeven ship.

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