Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2392

Chapter 2392: Event Checkpoint [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to Rikstingray <3]

The first reactions came from the geniuses who had entered the World of Spirits after meeting the thousand-kill requirement, and for several of them, the sight of Tomoe’s transformed body was enough to make their expressions change immediately.

Black lines crawled from the corners of her blood-red eyes, her skin carried the faint grey cast of a Demon, and the Will pouring from her had begun drawing power from the Demonic Plane openly.

Several killing intents flared instinctively, hardened by generations of hatred and fear, but almost all of them faded just as quickly when the owners remembered the scale of the battle unfolding before them.

Wanting to kill a Demon and possessing the ability to interfere were entirely different matters.

Another figure entered the World of Spirits not long afterward, his massive halberd appearing first as Xiburn stepped through the shifting rainbow light. The strongest direct combatant among the younger Thryskai had barely taken in the devastated landscape before his attention locked onto the two figures fighting at its center, and his expression changed the instant he saw Tomoe.

"A Demon?"

The word carried farther than he intended, though neither combatant reacted to it.

Sylas had already noticed the transformation, but the fact Tomoe was a Demon interested him far less than the system’s complete lack of response. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He had a Demonic form of his own and had once assumed such a thing was rare enough that exposing it would immediately invite consequences, yet Tomoe was drawing from the Demonic Plane in front of everyone without the slightest attempt at concealment. More strangely, the system hadn’t issued so much as a warning.

That freedom wasn’t something Sylas possessed. Not to mention the fact he had Earth, the Grimblades, Elara, Cassarae, and too many people whose lives could be made far more difficult if the wrong forces decided his Clan had become an enemy that needed to be erased.

Perhaps there would come a day when Sylas could reveal whatever he wanted and dare the universe to complain, but that day hadn’t arrived yet. For now, entering his Demonic form would create complications he had no interest in managing.

Fortunately, Sylas didn’t believe he needed it.

Tomoe’s blade screamed toward him once again, the world of grey and black expanding with the slash while her hair stabbed into the surrounding landscape and drained even more Aether from it.

Sylas watched the attack approach, his mind catching every shift in her Will and every slight alteration in the resonance she had built specifically to tear through his defenses, then his pupils widened.

Emerald swallowed his irises. The shades within them multiplied until it looked as though entire seas were moving beneath their surface, countless layers of green turning over one another while his Charisma surged against the limits that had contained it until now.

Something inside Sylas cracked apart, and the pressure that followed wasn’t violent so much as absolute, spreading outward in enormous swaths as though a reservoir had finally found somewhere to empty itself.

BOOM.

A crown formed above Sylas’ head.

Lightning erupted around his body and knitted itself into Rune Armor, emerald dominating its surface while amethyst and streaks of black crawled through the cracks between every plate.

The distant roar of Dragons rolled through the sky at the same time that cries of Phoenixes answered from somewhere farther above, their voices overlapping until the World of Spirits trembled beneath the weight of concepts that should never have fit together so cleanly.

Sylas stepped forward and Tomoe’s domain split in two.

Her grey and black world peeled away from the path before him while Sylas’ side exploded into rumbling lightning, the landscape beneath his feet painted in emerald, amethyst, and black.

The division stretched across kilometers almost instantly, creating two worlds that met along an unstable border where neither Will could completely consume the other.

Tomoe’s bloodthirsty grin grew wider.

She attacked.

The first slash crossed the border and dragged grey into Sylas’ world, draining color from the lightning wherever it passed, but his fist arrived a moment later and drove a wave of emerald back through the opening.

Color flooded into Tomoe’s domain in return, breaking her monochrome landscape into veins of bright green and violet before Sword Will closed around them and forced the invasion back.

They clashed again. Each impact inverted another piece of the battlefield.

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