Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1564

1564 Your Ending

The Territory was just as Sylas remembered it... albeit through a filter of black and violet.

It felt as though all the greenery had been tinted through an amethyst lens, shifted on the color spectrum until the pine needles and evergreen foliage all looked as though it was being projected out from a fever dream.

The bark of the trees had always been dark, but now they felt a touch too dark, as did the soil. It felt unnatural, not quite like they had chiseled it out of cast iron, but close.

Nothing about the Territory felt like it was truly out of place, and yet it felt particularly... Wrong.

Sylas imagined that this would be how it would feel to step into the Demonic World, a world that was a perfect mirror of their own, except broken in a fundamental way you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Yet, maybe that was precisely how Demons looked at their worlds as well.

It made one wonder why one of the fundamental requirements of the Madness Disciples was comprehending the Path of Demons when it was so very much antithetical to all it meant to be path of the Real World.

Sylas' eyes suddenly flashed. He held out a hand and blocked Cassarae's path forward.

BOOM.

A steaming hot air spread through the air as the ground shook. This hot air wasn't from a geyser, but instead of the flaming nostrils of a minotaur that had seemingly fallen right out of the air so fast Syals almost didn't register its existence.

How strong did a body have to be for it to fall with such force and yet be completely fine?

The thought only briefly crossed Sylas' mind before he flicked out a finger.

CLANG!

An arc of Will and a swiping battle axe clashed in the air. Wind blades deflected off both attacks, shuddering hurricane-force winds slicing into the surrounding trees and sending them wildly swaying.

The minotaur creature took a heavy step back and Sylas finally got a good look at its figure. He had only vaguely seen its face before, the force of its exhale and the piling steam of its nostrils having made it difficult to see much more than the vague outline of a bull's head.

But now, he saw the creature in full.

It towered at just over three meters, its heavy hooves shimmering in plated bronze along with the rest of its armored body. It held a weapon by the same sheen, and its stats... —

[Cast Minotaur (EEE+)]

[Level: 61]

[Physical: 72,133]

[Mental: 68,388]

[Will: 70,111]

Its stats were entirely unimpressive. What caught Sylas' attention instead was the fact it was already of the E-tier.

That shouldn't be possible.

THe number of E-tiers on Earth should be very few, if any at all. As far as Sylas understood, the lingering E-tiers from the previous Summonings should be all that was left.

The sultry voice didn't reply. In fact, it hadn't said anything since the first time Moose told it to just watch things unfold.

Moose continued to feel one soldier after another fall. It was his Territory, even though Sylas was the Progenitor, he could still feel the man moving through it and toward him.

Every death was like another hammer on Moose's heart.

He was intelligent, he had always been. In fact, Moose was so intelligent that before the Summoning, his body had to protect him from his own brain, causing him to be quite slow. Doctors put him on a spectrum, he needed handlers and his mother's guidance in everything.

It was only after the Summoning, as he began to Level up and those restrictions slowly fell from him that he was able to take another step forward.

It could be said that there were only two people in Sylas' entire life that had managed to out maneuver him.

One was the mysterious figure of the Purvon Thryskai Clan.

The second was Moose.

But out smarting Sylas when he wasn't aware of your existence was one matter. Out smarting him when he knew exactly who you were was a completely different beast entirely.

The last time Moose met Sylas, he almost lost his life. It hadn't even been a battle. It was like Sylas was tossing around a ragdoll.

This time, even with his improvement, it felt like more of the same.

Moose clenched his fists harder and harder. He was doing all of this for his mother, and yet the people he had confided in were turning their backs on him in such a critical moment.

"If Legacy doesn't hold up their end of the bargain right here and now, I swear I'll make sure the system knows of your part in all of this. Your ending will be no better than the Thryskai Demi-Gods!"