Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1688

Chapter 1688 70%

Sylas was about to speak when he suddenly frowned. His head turned in a certain direction.

In the sea of people, there was an inconspicuous old man who moved forward. No one sounded to notice his presence, not because he was invisible to the naked eye, but instead because he seemed just like anyone else in the densely populated lobby.

He flicked a sleeve, long robes moving along with his gait as though the tides of a raging river. There was something calm and calculated about his movements that somehow also felt so wild and free at the same time.

For a moment, even Sylas didn't know why this man had caught his attention. Sure, he could see the slightest slit in his forehead, making it quite obvious that he was a Thryskai, but Sylas had seen plenty of Thryskai by now, and he also wasn't foolish enough or in such little control of his emotions that he would attack one on sight—especially when this one was clearly so mind-numbingly powerful.

No, there was another reason.

This man... Sylas' new eyes could pick up quite a bit. He was still adjusting and getting used to it, but even if many things were blurry, there was quite a great deal of things he could pick up nonetheless, even from Malikhi.

But this man...

He was as vacant as a black hole.

When he saw Sylas look at him, he actually smiled. He continued walking normally, and yet in another breath of time, he was already standing before Sylas as though he had been there the entire time.

A Mortal Thryskai...?

For a moment, Sylas couldn't help but wonder if this was the mysterious member of the Purvon Clan. He had never met that person before, nor had he ever felt their Will clearly. Even if he was standing right in front of Sylas right this moment, Sylas wouldn't have had any method of knowing that was the case.

Yet, Sylas couldn't help but feel that this assumption would be wrong.

This man was unfathomable, carrying depths that Sylas couldn't even begin to see through. Of course, he was nothing close to that ceiling Sylas had sensed not long ago, but he was certainly someone that could kill Sylas with a thought. To say that it would take a finger would be nothing more than an insult to this man.

But he wasn't the sort of person Sylas felt was capable of outsmarting him. That was a completely different category of things.

There were plenty of people stronger than him.

There were only a few comparable to him in intelligence.

The man's smile only deepened under Sylas' scrutiny.

"You don't seem to like me?" he asked.

Sylas' gaze flickered. He didn't show any displeasure on his face, and his Will was extremely controlled, yet this man still picked up on it.

"The Thryskai like to overextend their reach."

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