Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291: Middle Lane [1400 GT Bonus]

Gralith slowly looked away from Varkhul. Since he had said so, there was nothing stopping it. Since Scarval had decided to act, there was no way to stop him unless he chose to withdraw on his own. But at that point, there would be penalties for the man himself to suffer.

It had seemed that with the Rhino Lineage sending so many, no one else would bother to participate. But in the end, Sylas wasn’t so lucky... if you could have been called lucky to face off against such a ridiculous number of enemies to begin with.

In terms of the history of the Disputed Rites, this was certainly amongst the top ten in terms of sheer numbers involved.

Adding on top of that four top 300 F-tiers, two of which were in the top 100, and one of them even being the undisputed number one... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

This was practically unheard of.

Slowly, Gralith took his seat, crossed his arms and then closed his eyes. At this point, whatever happened would happen.

The 713th Rhino Warlord tilted his head back and laughed again, a silvery aura radiating from him.

"Who would have thought that Gralith of all people would choose two fire crackers as his last two disciples. You aren’t really living up to the hopes of yoru Scorpion Lineage, now are you. You started off so well with Ekear, and then just decided to go all the way off the rails. Well, don’t be too side, old bastard. You still have Gwenu. Hopefully she doesn’t end up as stubborn and Scarval and progresses to D-tier already."

Gralith didn’t respond, his breathing even.

GONG.

The sound of the bell shook Planet Sanctum.

**

Sylas’ eyes slowly opened, an emerald light shaping within them. He stood to his feet, leaning a palm against the side of the opening of the bell tower. Resting a foot onto the ledge, he looked out onto the forest below.

From this vantage point, he could see what felt like everything, and yet not nearly enough. The trees were too dense to see the true dangers, while the temple was nothing more than a small dot of silver and gold in the distance even with the sharpness of his own gaze.

The Beast Warlord Sanctum’s planet could only be said to be absolutely enormous, so much so that they could dedictate such a shocking amount of space for one task and one task only.

For a while, Sylas just stood there, not moving. He wondered... what was the best way to approach this?

Using his free hand, he tested the air, only to find a predictable result. He couldn’t fly here with his telekinesis. He was land locked.

There was an odd pressure in the air. But it was interesting. Weren’t their any aerial beast Lineages? Would they be land locked as well? Or would they receive a different sort of challenge?

What was stopping him from Fusing with Nosphaleen and shooting to the end of the path?

Of course, they would see him and try to stop him. Whether they would be able to succeed while they were stuck on land, though, was a different matter entirely.

Sylas’ eyes flickered and the weaving shadows of different shades of green and emerald rotated and wiggled about in his irises. The sights he saw changed and he began to see through the Runes that covered the skies.

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