Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1436

"This isn't going to end well, is it?" Alex mumbled. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Jala looked at Alex, a hint of confusion between his brows. After all that talk about trusting Sylas and never doubting him, where were these words coming from?

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about us. That barrier isn't going to protect us, now is it?"

The realization hit Jala, his jaw clenching.

…

Dusk reached up, pulling his goggles over his eyes as a shimmering humanoid of Aether appeared before him.

He spread his arms out like he was conducting an orchestra, and all of a sudden it was like all the Runes in the world came to obey his commands, forming a series of formations that looked like… machine guns?

The guns pulsed to life and began to rotate.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

The rapid fire was almost too low in volume for the destruction they were ripping across the world.

The Knight formed of Aether brandished a shield, blocking this oncoming assault and taking a sharp step to the side. It seemed as though it had practically teleported, its body appearing over a dozen meters away.

It should have taken Dusk just a single step to turn and cover the change, however the Knight was somehow faster than even this step.

Dusk's eyes narrowed as the Knight's shield seemed to become the sheath of a great sword. Though it didn't change size or shape, a blade was pulled out from behind it, appearing at Dusk's neck in a flashing instant.

In the moment of life and death, there was a slight twirl of light in the depth of Dusk's goggle's right lens, the twinkle causing the machine guns to warp and collapse into one another.

'Hm?'

Sylas felt something odd, looking up at Dusk for the first time.

That, just now… it felt a lot like his Weaving Irises, and yet not at the same time. He just combined a large number of Runes into one as though he had always drawn them that way.

Sylas hadn't forgotten that he had gained his Runeweaver Profession from the well-wishes of a powerhouse. He still didn't know who this powerhouse was or where they were from, but he had been looking out for information.

But…

'No. It isn't the same.'

The version of the Runeweaver Profession Sylas had was a weakened version because he refused the full inheritance. He had enough problems to deal with without having another monstrous existence he didn't understand breathing down his neck.

He had a feeling that it was because he had this weakened version that what he felt was even remotely close. If he had the full Profession, maybe he would think it funny to even compare them.

Still, Sylas was curious. The fact they had some overlap was worth investigating.

He had the Profession, and the eyes, but the methods in which he used them were still too limited. Plus, it was a bit annoying he had to wear these sunglasses everywhere.

He wasn't usually a fan of eyewear under normal circumstances.

Her style of battle was just as seamless. She wielded a twin pair of golden katanas, each so long they dwarfed her body in height.

The Knight was sliced to ribbons the instant it appeared, and the smile on Dusk's face couldn't help but fade as a result.

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[Name: Neyara Solune][Level: 50]

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[Physical: 43 288][Mental: 21 333][Will: 41 111]

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Her steps paused and she looked toward Sylas, her eyes narrowing. She could feel herself having been scanned just now, that uncomfortable feeling of being seen through by someone else.

However, after a long pause, she said nothing more.

Another member of Neyara's Race took the third position, and the fourth, before another group managed to wedge themselves in.

Everything continued swiftly and in the blink of an eye, the eleven spots were filled.

But it was only obvious that many wouldn't be satisfied, and the timer still had well more than 23 hours on it.