Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2367

Chapter 2367: Eat

Sylas didn’t seem to care about what he had just done in the slightest.

He had already said it before, no one in this world could stop him from killing who he wanted to kill, and the power of his eyes had finally reached a level where even the God Plane wouldn’t be able to casually dismiss them.

Deconstructing a Rune Mesh of that quality should have been beyond him, because although it had been anchored to the body of a C-tier, the structure itself had been fueled by God Aura and reinforced by the Will of an ancestor whose existence stood far above the Demi-God Plane.

Yet Sylas had torn it apart without much difficulty.

The more important change wasn’t some fancy new function added to his eyes, because Runeweaver still did what Runeweaver had always done.

The Weaving Irises constructed and joined, the Unravelling Pupils separated and dismantled, while Sylas’ evolution had simply driven both halves to a level that would have been absurd before.

More than that, the bottleneck between his Will and his eyes had finally disappeared, allowing him to pour far more through them without destroying the very vessel meant to express that power.

Even projecting the Life and Death Seals through his eyes should have shredded them in the past.Now they could hold the pressure without approaching their breaking point.

Sylas looked at Orithrael’s limp body for only a moment before opening the Hibernation Realm and tossing the Heavenly Serpent inside. The corpse disappeared without ceremony, and his voice carried through the Realm a heartbeat later.

"Eat."

Dry Mouth, Iskaleth, and Sarethvane all looked toward the corpse at once.

How much they could gain from it would depend entirely on them, because Sylas had no intention of spoon-feeding them the answer. In Orithrael’s final moments, Thaeloryn’s Will had fused directly into his body, and even though Sylas had severed that connection, the process had left changes behind that strengthened Orithrael’s relationship with his own ancestry in ways an ordinary Heavenly Serpent wouldn’t possess.

For a Beast, the corpse of a God was the boon of a lifetime.

Bloodline alone could drive enormous growth, especially when that blood came from a Race that considered itself supreme among all Serpentes.

If Dry Mouth, Iskaleth, and Sarethvane saw nothing more than stronger blood, however, then Sylas would have been disappointed enough to wonder why he had chosen them in the first place.

He closed the Hibernation Realm and turned toward the cave.

His steps were slow, but distance seemed to collapse beneath them, every measured movement carrying him across stretches of ground that should have required far more time.

Whatever remained of his fury had settled into something colder now, and he wasn’t thinking about Thaeloryn, the Heavenly Serpent Race, or the fact that he had almost certainly earned himself another powerful enemy on the God Plane.

None of that mattered right now.

On the distant moon, Vaelith continued staring toward the planet until her attention finally shifted toward Yamero. The Rune Serpentes had relaxed again now that the immediate battle was over, though something about his expression suggested he was still replaying what Sylas had done to that ancestral projection.

"Are you really not him?"

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