Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1456

"DAMN IT."

Authrione materialized within the void, his form battered by surging currents of an enigmatic aquatic Aether. As Sylas had earlier observed, this essence shimmered with tints of both ocean and cosmos, its undulating motion weaving together torrents and depths that birthed an overwhelming force unlike anything Authrione—or Sylas, for that matter—had yet encountered.

If one word could encapsulate Authrione's Aether, it would be...

Weighty.

At this moment, the energy inside him roiled violently, as if digging and tearing under his skin, relentlessly searching to purge every trace of the corrupt venom embedded within. Yet, that poison proved especially stubborn. Despite downing a potent detox Elixir, its effect was alarmingly negligible. Authrione found it hard to fathom how an opponent ranked so lowly—an F-tier, no less—could concoct a toxin so devastatingly effective against someone of his caliber.

What troubled him further was the way his Aether wavered when he attempted to isolate the venom's location. His control faltered more than mere Aether Suppression could explain—indeed, that played only a minor role. The real culprit was his Will itself, the very force governing his Aether, which the poison was gnawing away at.

This wasn't a typical toxin. It didn't ravage his body outright; instead, it stealthily undermined his essential functions. How could one persist without Will?

Had the venom been confined to a single spot, Authrione might have concentrated his power and crushed it by now. But it appeared to have teleported to multiple sites within him, spreading insidiously.

His face hardened. Had he chosen to remain in that battle, death would have been inevitable. The poison multiplied rapidly, intensifying with every passing moment. There was something uniquely sinister about Sylas' Will—a trait that rendered that toxin especially contagious. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

What slipped by both Authrione and even Sylas himself, still unformulated fully in his mind, was this: Sylas' Demonic Will fundamentally contradicted the nature of all that was human on this side of the cosmos.

Sylas' Glassvolt Rune, tainted by the Path of Glassvolt—his distinctly selfish journey anchored firmly in his Will—meant that the strength of his Poison Rune was fueled not only by its foundational hundred principles but also by Sylas’ very Demonic Will.

"Lost already?”

A mocking voice finally broke through, signaling Authrione was not alone. But so fixated was he on expelling the toxin that he paid it no heed.

"You didn't just lose—you came back with little more than a bloody nose? You fled? I graciously let you claim Champion, and you scampered away like some cowardly vermin "SILENCE!"

Authrione's roar reverberated, his senses piercing the boundless darkness around them to rest upon a figure of his own kind—a man, tall and formidable, his muscular upper body rising proudly above the four legs of a black-scaled centaur form.

Locking eyes with his cousin, an intense fury blazed within Authrione. But that fire was short-lived; caught off-guard, his gaze flickered with sudden streaks of lightning.

This time, his face drained of color. Losing his temper at a pivotal moment had provoked a harsher surge of energy.

"You've been poisoned,” his cousin said at last, comprehension dawning. He'd noticed the Elixir Authrione had consumed earlier, yet such was their race's near-impervious Constitution that he had never imagined Authrione would need it.

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