Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1390

Sylas followed after Gralith. This time, he was moving under his own power, almost as though Gralith had decided that the pace should be set by him.

Neither master nor disciple seemed to be in much of a hurry to reach the location of this meeting, but their momentum was quite steady, and there was no hesitation in their steps.

Calm, collected. Confident and unmoved. They embodied these sorts of emotions quite clearly.

Gwenu and Khan weren't too far behind them, following as well. But from time to time, their gazes would flicker toward Sylas' back as though trying to see through him, and yet being unable to.

These past months had been quite a blur for Gwenu. She still didn't know what Sylas had done to her, but it felt like her Rune Mastery was improving by leaps and bounds every day.

Of course, leaps and bounds to her and leaps and bounds to Sylas were two completely different things. But the fact she felt any progress at all after she had long thought herself to have reached the extremities of what was possible for her… Well, she didn't really understand how to even begin to put something like that into words.

Was this the power of a Spark Master? How could someone be so potently powerful?

Khan felt a little bit out of place by comparison. Sylas hadn't been able to help him like he had helped Gwenu. The D-tier was too far away even for him, so Khan could only, embarrassingly, take the loss.

The fact his juniors had won when he couldn't grated on him, but there was little he could do about it.

Unlike Gwenu, despite his personality, he couldn't be said to be lazy. But he was more of a Poison Master than he was a Rune Master. His talent in the first far surpassed the latter, which was why he had always ranked higher on the Combat Matrix Leaderboards than on the Rune Mastery Leaderboards.

He had only been an Essence Master when he left the F-tier, a level beneath Gwenu. The odds that he would have performed well in a competition like that one were next to zero.

But that didn't stop him from being dissatisfied with his own performance. He wanted to be better, and he somewhat felt that he could learn from Sylas' poison.

His intuition was telling him that Sylas was carrying around something quite powerful… a poison that he had never sensed the likes of before… …

The clicking of their heels in the hall reverberated across the tall archways. Gold and bronze seemed to coat everything, giving it an ancient sort of texture that echoed in their hearts.

Gralith pressed his palm against a heavy set of doors, weighing as much as mountains. Yet, they moved with a flick of his wrist, not making the slightest sound or even winding up the slightest bit of air current.

The group of four stepped inside, and several gazes landed on them all at once.

They seemed to have been the very last to arrive, but this time, there was an odd combination of Lineage Heads and disciples.

Erethea, the 713th Whale Warlord, sat with three of her disciples. Prione had likewise brought three of his own, as did Aranya. In fact, Aranya's disciples included someone that Sylas had defeated quite handily not too long ago… Morvok Arothe, the number one ranked E-tier disciple that had inexplicably lost to the number one ranked F-tier disciple.

Then there was the 713th Tiger Warlord Varkhul, who had yet another familiar figure by his side. However, this wasn't his disciple, but rather, his grandson—the former number one of the F-tier, Scarval.

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