Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2480

Chapter 2480: No, No

The bloodthirst remained exactly where it was, but space formed around it, and for the first time since the crimson thoughts had begun surfacing, Sylas could examine one without immediately becoming immersed in it.

Kill.

He looked at the desire.

Why?

An obstacle stood in his way.

Was killing necessary?

No.

Then there was no reason to do it.

The impulse faded without Sylas having to crush it. Another replaced it almost instantly, then ten more followed, then a hundred, each rising from places Selfwrought Emperor had only just begun exposing. Some were violent, others possessive, while several carried such clinical indifference that Sylas could finally understand why the young boy who had dissected a corpse with his own hands had felt so little while doing it.

And then Sylas realized that he wasn’t just feeling impulses to murder and kill now because that was all his inner boy was capable of. He was experiencing these impulses now because he was infuriated, because he had to sit here and listen to Rheos’ incessant, obnoxious rambling while the lives of his wives hung by a string.

Maybe tomorrow it wouldn’t be violence and rage, maybe it would be lust, maybe it would a desire to do battle, maybe it would be an urge to pluck a star from the skies or reach for the core of a world.

Void Sovereign continued creating room, and within that space, distinctions Sylas had never needed to consciously make became obvious.

Impulse was not decision. Desire was not action. Wanting something did not mean obeying it. And with that realization, the final flaw became clear with the blooming clarity of a spinning lotus and a touch of dew beneath the early morning’s rays.

Willborne Crown had never been wrong. Sylas had simply been using it incorrectly.

A Crown was not a cage. It ruled, it commanded, it conquered.

Sylas gathered his Will once more, but this time he didn’t drive it downward in an attempt to bury everything that had surfaced. He allowed the crimson tendrils to rise freely into the space Void Sovereign had created, allowed Selfwrought Emperor to acknowledge each one as a legitimate piece of himself, then brought Willborne Crown down across all of it.

Not suppression. It wasn’t necessary. These were all things he already owned, things that were already as much a part of him as anything else he had gained command of. What he had to exercise wasn’t an active suppression, it was control, a natural one embedded deep within his bones...

Authority.

The murderous thoughts continued to appear. Some were as cold as before, while others were worse now that Selfwrought Emperor no longer filtered what it uncovered, but none of them moved without Sylas.

One crimson fracture disappeared from his cheek, followed by another along his neck.

The three Classes settled into a balance that felt so obvious in hindsight that Sylas almost found it irritating he hadn’t seen it sooner. Selfwrought Emperor defined more of the hidden Sylas and dragged it into the whole. Void Sovereign provided the capacity necessary to face all of it without being consumed by the sheer volume. Willborne Crown stood above them both and decided which impulses became reality and which remained nothing more than thoughts passing through his mind.

Sylas released a slow breath.

The world around him seemed to have slowed, though he knew after only a moment of observation that this wasn’t what had happened at all.

His mind had grown larger.

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