Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1587

1587 A Goddess

The space was expansive, so large that it shouldn't have been possible to see everyone without them curving out of the line of sight of a horizon. And yet, you could.

It was either this planet they were on was incredibly large, or it wasn't a planet at all, but rather some fabricated flat plane with a diameter beyond imagination.

Sylas looked around slowly.

Every Sanctum was separated into pies-slices of this expanse of silvery black. There weren't any obvious divisions, but it didn't take a genius Rune Master to feel out the barriers between them all, probably some sort of method of trying to keep them separate and clashes down.

With how much was at stake for these, it was pretty commonplace for some to try and kill targets.

In such a situation, probably the highest priority targets would be those who were still standing and yet weak, much like Sylas.

Sylas could feel several gazes land on him at once, every one of them thinking pretty much the same things. However, because of the design of the Sanctums' separations, the ones with the clearest line of sight to him were those of similar levels of weakness.

Sylas could see through these Sanctums with a glance. Even their D-tiers weren't much of a threat to him. It wasn't until their C-tiers started looking at him that he felt any sort of pressure at all.

The 073 Sanctum and other weak Sanctums were formed in a ring around the expansive space, while on an elevated surface and ring in the middle, there were stronger Sanctums. There seemed to be some sort of privacy barrier because Sylas couldn't see those above him clearly at all, let alone tell which of them were still standing.

At least he couldn't do so without unveiling more of his Runeweaver Eyes.

By now, Sylas knew that his Profession came from the Weaver Guild thanks to Sloth. However, he didn't know what kind of relation they had with the Emperor Sanctum or if they were even on the same level as the Emperor Sanctum or not.

He would have to ask his Pride Madness Key about that soon.

What he could tell right now, though, was that there was more than just a single level above them. Was this the consequence of being such a low-ranking Sanctum?

Interesting.

He'd see how long that lasted.

"Oh? That's a little interesting."

In a sky box not just two layers above Sylas, but three, looked down at him with a curious twinkle in their eye.

This box had exactly three people, each one dressed in golden beast robes. One of them wore a robe wrapped in golden-scaled lizards. The next wore a robe wrapped in golden doves. The last wore a robe wrapped in a golden scorpion.

The one who spoke wore the robe of golden doves, a representation of the Emperor Dove Lineage of the Emperor Sanctum.

For this gathering, it would be the Emperor Dove, Emperor Lizard, and Emperor Scorpion overseeing things. However, the Emperor Scorpion representation wasn't anyone that Sylas recognized... in part.

The features of the young man they had sent did carry some faint resemblance to the pair of father and son that Sylas had met before. But it was clear that this young man had no idea who Sylas was.

"Hm?"

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