Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1453

Sylas looked at the trident pointed at him, feeling as though all of the Aether in the surroundings was falling toward this young man.

It was the same black hole-like feeling he had gotten from the 713th Whale Warlord. And just his luck, he had gotten placed with a Whale Warlord in the middle of an ocean. "Which Sanctum do you come from?" Sylas asked.

"Sanctum 018." He replied, his trident still steady. "And yourself?"

"073."

The eyes of Authrione narrowed. He had expected a low number—just not that low.

"Will you give in? Or are you going to make me kill you?"

Sylas' gaze only flickered once and his Armor bloomed across his body. One shingle after another fell into a place of perfection until he was radiating such bright hues of emerald it seemed as though he had become the shining star of this world.

The pupils of Authrione constricted into pinholes. He knew a powerful Armor when he saw one.

"... Spark Master..."

Sylas didn't say a single thing, mostly because he knew that given what he had been going through all this time, and the scale his opponents were steadily growing stronger at, this man was almost certainly the first Spark Master he would come across in his ifetime.

There was a rush of wind between the two of them, raging waves sweeping past. Authrione towered over Sylas, his hooves causing a swirl of watery cyclones to appear beneath his feet.

For some reason, Authrione felt as though there was something particularly odd about Sylas. All signs pointed toward him being too weak to win. It should be a battle he would win in a matter of moments.

So... why was his Luck sending him a subtle warning?

It wasn't enough to be a true warning. It was the sort of nudge he felt whenever he faced an opponent he should win against so long as he didn't underestimate them.

But why did this Sylas deserve such an evaluation?

Fine." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Authrione's eyes became orbs of dark blue, his Will churning as one Rune after another threatened to form.

The attempt only lasted a fleeting few seconds before it shattered.

Authrione's pupils constricted. He... actually failed to form his Whale Armor?

Sylas' Scorpion Tail swayed and the dark blue sparks of lightning in the skies suddenly began to flash emerald from time to time.

That was when Authrione understood.

"You're no Spark Master. You're a Perfect Spark Master."

A breath of heated steam left Authrione's lips and his demeanor seemed to change. His aura grew, his almost lackadaisical appearance vanishing.

"No. I'm not just a Perfect Spark Master. I'm a Primus Luminaria."

A crown of shimmering gold appeared above Sylas' head, his Madness Comprehension sweeping out as his Will pressed down.

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