Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2471

Chapter 2471: Rusted Sword

Tomoe’s gaze moved over the Guardian Angel Set with open disgust, lingering on the rose-gold lines running through the armor before returning to Cassarae’s face. "A sword cultivator doesn’t need something like that."

Cassarae looked down at herself, then back up. "This armor is so my ass and tits aren’t hanging out, a whore like you wouldn’t understand."

Tomoe’s grin widened.

Her empty sword hand lifted by instinct before stopping halfway, and for an instant both women seemed to remember the same thing: Tomoe had snapped her own weapon in half and thrown it away. The realization didn’t seem to bother her much, while Cassarae’s attention had already dropped to the rusted sword resting in her own palm.

It should have felt terrible compared to the Executioner’s Blade. The balance was worse, the metal carried none of the overwhelming reinforcement she had grown accustomed to, and there wasn’t a single System prompt appearing in front of her eyes to tell her how much stronger it made her.

Yet, Cassarae had never held anything that felt better.

The System’s weight was gone from her shoulders in a way she hadn’t realized was possible until now, and with it went years of pressure she had mistaken for guidance. She felt light enough to step into the sky without telekinesis, close enough to the world that every current of Aether brushed against her awareness, yet somehow separate from all of it at the same time.

Had Sylas been there to hear the thought, he would have recognized the similarity immediately.

Cassarae wouldn’t have called it the Void, but she also didn’t need a name for it.

Suppressed sword insights began surfacing one after another, not as some sudden inheritance or knowledge placed inside her head, but as things she had always known and been prevented from reaching. Years of habits broke apart under that realization, old instincts returning with enough force that Cassarae’s grip shifted several times before finally settling into something simpler than anything she had used in years.

Behind them, the aura leaking from the two broken halves of Tomoe’s sword crept across the courtyard toward the abandoned Executioner’s Blade. Grey-black Will met the hungry pressure still clinging to Cassarae’s former weapon, the two beginning to seep into one another while neither woman spared them so much as a glance.

Cassarae twisted her wrist and Earth answered.

The rivers surrounding the planet thrummed, and the response traveled downward through the atmosphere, the crust, the mountains, and the oceans until Cassarae felt the entire world sitting beneath her sword.

She hadn’t asked for it, but the formation Sylas had built around Earth recognized her through the same authority that had allowed it to protect her child, and now every part of that structure seemed willing to become the extension of a strike.

Her sword moved and a river of blue-white sword light tore across the courtyard.

Tomoe’s fingers came together.

She pinched the leading edge between two fingertips and twisted, Formless Will spreading through the attack in threads too fine for Cassarae to follow. The river split around her body, cutting two trenches through the city behind her, but the effort drove Tomoe backward hard enough for her heels to carve through stone.

Her grin only grew.

Tomoe stepped forward and flicked one finger.

Sword Will appeared beside Cassarae’s neck without crossing the distance between them, so thin that she only noticed it because the rusted sword moved before conscious thought caught up. She blocked late, the strand slicing through the edge of her armor and opening a shallow line beneath it, but the moment Cassarae swung back the mountains beneath Sky Roaming seemed to swing with her.

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