Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1585

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Sylas' forearm tensed for a moment as though he was going to make a move. But after a short thought, he chose to relax.

He watched as the scorpion was dragged to the depths of the moon where it had always been. But this time, it wasn't the God of their Lineage any longer. Now, it was little more than a prisoner in a world of its own making.

Sylas could feel the aura of the Scorpion plummeting. One's ability to sense the Path of the Scorpion with any sort of clarity had been severely hamstrung.

However, after this happened... the world fell into silence.

There was no follow-up message, no orders for what they should or shouldn't do-it was like a silent warning hanging in the air and then nothing else at all.

Quiet stretching to infinity.

A quiet that sank into Sylas' bones as well.

It poured into his being and turned the hot, poisoned blood of the scorpion to a running river of ice and chill.

Sylas didn't need to summon his armor to know that it had been weakened considerably. In fact, if his Armor was any weaker, he wouldn't be able to use it at all.

The only reason he could use it now was because he had already deviated from the path, having formed his own unique Scorpion Warlord Armor.

However, the other disciples...

The screaming finally calmed into an ebb, silence falling over the moon once more.

But every one of them had lost the strength they had spent a lifetime building. With a single decree, it was all wiped out.

Some of them might be permanently crippled, forever forced into a life worse than just subservience. True weakness.

Sylas looked over toward Ekear. The latter seemed relaxed, but there was a heavy Will around him.

Now, Sylas knew with certainty that the heaviness he had felt from the moon despite being so far away wasn't because of the decree. The decree hadn't even appeared yet, so how could it affect the moon?

No.

The reason for the heavy atmosphere was Ekear himself. His Will was so powerful that it swallowed the entire moon in his own ambience.

He was pissed.

Despite the lazy look on his face, he was harboring something very much different in the depths of his heart.

Slowly, Ekear stood to his feet.

"Come with me."

...

Sylas followed after Ekear without a fuss, and soon, he was in a familiar room. It was the same enormous space of marble and tall pillars where he had originally evolved his eyes. This was the same place Gralith had given those powerful Scorpion King Eyes.

Ekear stopped walking and then stood across from Sylas.

"Show me your Scorpion Warlord Armor."

Their gazes met for a moment, and Sylas wondered why Ekear was asking this of him. What was he trying to accomplish right now, exactly?

Emerald lightning sparked.

In an odd change, bolts of green and gold appeared around Sylas' feet, forming a spinning circle of radiant streaks of lightning.

Chi. Chi. Chi.

A blinding flash echoed outward, and even Ekear squinted. By the time it retreated, an armor of emerald and gold had formed. It radiated such a density of Runes and Aether that it looked almost as though it was etched out of glass. While still see-through, it felt... solid.