Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2362

Chapter 2362: Teach

For several seconds, the feathered Serpentes simply stared at Sylas.

His mind seemed to stall as he tried to understand who the young mortal could possibly be speaking to with that tone, because there was only one existence in this entire region who would warrant such a command. When the answer finally clicked into place, his expression shifted for the first time.

"Nosphaleen?" His voice remained polite despite the disbelief beneath it. "Surely you aren’t speaking to the Goddess?"

Sylas ignored him.

The feathered Serpentes raised an eyebrow, waited another moment, then chuckled as though Sylas’ silence had confirmed some private joke. "I suppose when a little mortal finds some fame, arrogance comes quickly, though perhaps I should thank Gentrixaul for causing such an enormous disturbance."

His emerald-gold feathers bristled gently.

"Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to use even this little ten percent of my strength down here."

The skies changed.

There was no explosion of force and no obvious burst of Aether, yet the entire region seemed to become his domain in an instant. Pressure rolled outward from his body in layered waves, distorting the Mesmeryx clouds while the atmosphere warped around him, and even Yamero dipped sharply beneath the sudden weight.

Vaelith caught herself against his back.

Yamero twisted, his spatial Runes flashing as he fought to stabilize himself, but the pressure continued dragging his enormous body downward as though an invisible world had been tied around his neck. His expression tightened, right up until Sylas glanced down.

"Steady yourself."

The words were quiet, and once again, the world obeyed.

A strange magnetic majesty spread outward from Sylas, settling over Yamero’s body and snapping his flight back into place. The Rune Serpentes blinked, then coughed into one hand with as much dignity as he could gather.

"Well, that was embarrassing."

Sylas ignored him too.

For the first time since arriving, he looked directly at the feathered Serpentes.

"Go down."

The command rolled across the skies.

Will moved with it, but not Sylas’ Will alone, because the aura of an entire city seemed to rise behind him. For a heartbeat, Sky Roaming itself appeared to loom across the horizon, not physically present and yet impossible to deny, its authority gathering around Sylas like the shadow of a throne.

In the presence of his crown, who had the right to remain above him?

Dragons would lower themselves. What was one God?

BOOM.

The feathered Serpentes dropped.

His expression finally cracked as his wings and feathers flared, every attempt to regain altitude collapsing the moment it began. He twisted through the air, forcing more and more strength into his body, but each correction only seemed to drive him farther toward the planet below.

The distant Mesmeryx watched in stunned silence.

Their reverence for Nosphaleen had been great enough that none of them dared interfere while this God lingered outside her cave, whispering sweet words and refusing to leave. Yet now they watched that same existence plummet helplessly from the skies because a mortal had told him to go down.

Sylas stepped from Yamero’s back.

His hand closed around empty air.

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