Genetic Ascension

Chapter 887 Thank

Chapter 887 Thank

Aki didn't have the time to think or even to be shocked once again. He unleashed a roar, his power pouring out in waves.

In that moment, the third eye—a closed, wrinkled slit on his forehead that had shown no signs of movement until now—opened.

A blood-red light filled the air and the blades slicing through the wind froze in place.

Sylas felt a powerful aura envelop his body, a Will the likes of which was suffocating to an extreme. He understood at that moment that this was Aki's unique ability.

In the beginning, he had felt a Will powerful to an extreme. His conclusion back then was that Aki must be beyond that F-Grade, and maybe that was still true.

But the reality was that even if Aki was beyond the F-Grade, the amount of strength that he could tap into should be highly limited when filtered through Professor Broussard's body.

There had to be another reason he could display a Will that was so powerful.

And here it was. A special ability of the Thryskai. Their third eye.

Sylas ripped through its veil.

His crown shimmered above his head, its momentum strong and relentless. His own Will, at the Shaping level, seemed to have undergone some sort of metamorphosis, touching a peak that it wasn't meant to.

At least here, in this place, he didn't care about the Thryskai's third eye at all.

Even with his blades frozen in place, Sylas saw an opening. His perception slowed to a crawl, and he grasped every small detail, every little shift and change with the most shocking of speeds.

[Glassvolt Shift].

A frozen blade behind Aki rippled, its form changing. Grasping its myriad of changes, Sylas tapped into the Mesh of Reality, pulling on it and slightly tweaking the Glassvolt Runes he had originally formed; he forged it into his Gene Skill.

Sylas turned into a bolt of lightning, appearing out from the blade behind Aki as though he had always been there.

The intent in his eyes blazed, stomping a foot on the ground so hard that cracks and splinters jetted out in all directions.

SHIIIIING!

The radiant howl of a blade was all Aki could hear as the Blackened Claws manifested on Sylas' right arm.

A pair of golden slit eyes appeared on Sylas' back. In that brief instant of time, the strength of all of his Contracts increased by a factor of six, jetting up by +500%.

Sylas hadn't killed all of Aki's army even though he could have. In the end, he only killed the majority of them, leaving quite a few stragglers.

Aki likely thought that this was just a product of Sylas' limits. He had already killed so many in a short time that it didn't make sense that he would be able to so easily kill more if he could.

The Thryskai couldn't have been more wrong.

Sylas purposely left many of them behind, and what Aki didn't notice until it was too late was that the majority of them were Serpentes creatures.

A hole was blasted through him, the fragile state of his bone collapsing.

The Thryskai burst into a rain of gore, his eyes opening wide in shock.

He couldn't believe it had ended like this.

BANG!

He shattered apart and Sylas stumbled through him, the momentum of his fist so strong it tore a trench through the ground and into the blood lake in the distance.

The bloody waters separated to the bottom, echoing out into the distance as tsunami-like waves poured out in both directions.

Sylas shuddered to a stop, looking down at his bony arm, his vision swimming.

He... he had done it.

He collapsed to his knees, heaving out breaths.

He... had done it...

A scorching pain came from his throat, his body on the verge of shutting down. His Aether was dry, and even if it wasn't, he had practically torn his Aether Passageways apart. His Will was an empty well, his Mental swimming with illusions of reality because it couldn't even make sense of the world anymore.

He hacked up a mouthful of blood, but it came out as nothing more than a bloody mist. His blood itself seemed to have vaporized, the pressure difference between the inside of his body and the outside being so large that it couldn't even remain in liquid form any longer.

But it didn't matter.

He had done it.

For now, Earth should be safe. His family should be safe.

So why was his Luck still sending blaring warning signals to his head? His Mental was so depleted he hardly noticed it, but he could feel the annoying nagging that should have otherwise been sirens of alarm.

He craned his neck up to the skies, barely tilting his head to see the skies split.

A figure stepped out.

Then there was another split, and yet another figure appeared.

One Dogon after another appeared high in the skies.

The first looked down, a smile etching across his ashen face.

"I guess we should thank you, no?"

Sylas' Mental was depleted, but he could just barely sense it...

E-Grade.