Genetic Ascension

Chapter 835 Foundations

Chapter 835 Foundations

Sylas didn't say anything for a long while. And when he finally did, it wasn't with his mouth, but rather his Runes.

Zin.

Sylas' wrist moved vigorously, and in what felt like a single downstroke, accelerating, he was finished.

A strong, rippling light spread out in all directions, exuding a thick, poisonous stench.

Gralith's eyes widened, but Sylas had already flipped the paper over, suffocating the light and moving again.

Vak.

He moved again.

Tho.

Again.

Gri.

Every stroke carried the air of an expert, and staring at him now, it was like a Scorpion King was peering over his shoulder, its pincer fusing into his arm and stinging out with a piercing strike every time his arm moved.

Gri.

Shu.

Dro.

CHI. CHI. CHI.

Sylas' arm glided in place, finishing three with a single flicker. The paper began to burn with a dense purple flame, combusting in real time. It was unable to withstand the fire at all, the aura far too much for it to handle.

Mak.

Tzu.

Otherwise... it was clear and obvious that they just might have burned into infinity.

"What level has your Scorpion Warlord Armor reached?"

"Soul."

Gralith had been expecting a similar answer, but his pupils still trembled slightly. He returned to normal quickly enough, and then shook his head.

"You are talented, I saw as much. But you aren't this talented. I'm skeptical that anyone is this talented. So what is the change?" Gralith asked straightforwardly.

Sylas' gaze flashed, and he activated his Progenitor Flame Ability. Time slowed, and Gralith gained a depth in his eyes that made him feel like he was sinking into an abyss.

For some reason, no matter how hard he tried, Gralith was moving at the same pace, as though passing through the layers of Sylas' time warp.

Realizing what was happening and how Sylas' Will was about to collapse, Gralith waved a hand. The Progenitor Flame Ability almost gently shattered, if that was possible.

Sylas felt like he had gone from being chained to a speeding train to being gently released to the ground. He gasped for breath, feeling like he had been very close to death just now.

"A Will Ability... A truly shocking one... it is no wonder... Do not use that ability on those with stronger Will than yourself. You will suffer severe backlash."

Sylas only nodded.

"This makes up for the largest weakness you have. In this world, personal comprehension can only bring you so far. I thought you would struggle without Race-specific advantages, but this works too."

Gralith looked up from his thoughts and met Sylas' gaze.

"Now tell me, did you come here to learn the second layer, or for something else?"

"I will. But, I would like help with something else."

"And that is?" That light tug pulled at Gralith's lips again.

Sylas looked up, and a tome fell from above. It had a heavy air of ancientness to it, and when Gralith saw it, his amusement vanished, replaced by a solemn air.

This tome was none other than the one Sylas was awarded with after the Mountains of Giza Split Realm.

He had been trying to go through it himself, but he quickly found that although it only touched on foundational concepts, it was extremely complex. He didn't have the time and energy to give it with the world falling around him every day.

But... he had a feeling that if he had someone to guide him through it, he would make ten times the progress.@@@@