Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1532

The voice had a tinge of madness to it, the sort of edge someone who was calm but could fly off the handle at any moment would have. It was also slow, the sort of slow that came from a person very much used to having everyone hang on their every word. Sylas had no time for it, nor the care or energy to speak to this man.

To Fowler, Sylas was the genius who stole his Contested Title.

To Sylas, Fowler was never on his level to begin with, and he had had the audacity to put hands on his wife.

There was nothing to talk about. What need was there to exchange words with a man who was wholly his inferior?

A crown appeared above Sylas' head and the projected image crumbled. Official source is Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

But as a Primus Luminaria, especially one born from his own Sector, the likes of Fowler had no right to strut around before him.

Sylas timed it all perfectly. The engines of the vessel roared, space warping and bending around them. In a flashing instant, they sliced right through the body of drones, destroying what amounted to 30% of them.

In the blink of an eye, it was over, and Sylas' vessel hovered near the border of the Milky Way Galaxy, almost slowly striding in.

Not once did he exchange a word with Fowler. For now, the Leava could live only because Sylas didn't have an easy path toward exterminating him. But the moment he did, Fowler Leava would be no more.

Within the Leava Clan vessel, Fowler held onto his head, roaring in pain as veins popped across his forehead. In the depths of his eyes, reflecting with the kaleidoscope of colors the Leava Clan were known for, the crystal structures shattered one by one along with anything that remained of his pride.

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Cassarae huffed for breath, her entire body vibrating, and yet her blade remained as steady as a mountain and as immovable as the skies.

She stumbled to one side, palming a section of the hall to stabilize herself. Jagged gears and broken pipes hissed, both with heat, and both for separate reasons.

This ship is going to collapse soon, she thought to herself.

She had lost count of the number of Trakar she had killed. She thought that if there was a C-tier present, they would have appeared already, but her Luck kept pinging her to be alert.

Half of her thought that this was because she was heavily injured, so if she was careless, even these weak D-tiers could take her life. But the other half of her, less hopeful, thought there was another reason.

If she was a C-tier here leading the Trakar, and she had all the most powerful warriors of her family following after her, what would her top priority be?

Well, if her ship was about to fall into a star at this point, then her top priority would obviously be to stabilize it.

Not everyone could survive in space. Even D-tiers could die instantly to the vacuum if they didn't have protection of a strong enough Will. And without telekinesis, at the very least, you would drift endlessly in space without being able to orient yourself.

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