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Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1522

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A crater formed, rocking the hub. The Cheetah Lineage young woman ducked for cover, fear written all over her face as a claw extended itself, reaching for Sylas' shoulder.

The air popped and crackled, the speed of the claw so fast the world overturned. [Brione Majesty (DDD+)]

(Level: 150]

Physical: 1,129,337]

[Mental: 1,003,383]

(Will: 1,388,899]

Brione was already hovering right above Sylas' shoulder before he sensed the scan pass through his body. It was such an unfamiliar feeling he didn't even understand what was happening.

He was already holding back his strength. That slight moment of distraction was practically asking for the worst.

There came a strong telekinetic force—the kind that weighed in mountains and descended like meteors.

Sylas reached over his shoulder, taking a single step back without even looking.

His power erupted, golden-green streaks peeling across the skies as though his fingers were leaving trails of stardust in their wake, and in that single motion, he grabbed Brione's wrist as the back of his hip slammed into the front of the latter's.

Brione found the world flipping around him, a sense of imminent danger and death blaring in his head in violent sirens. For some reason, he felt like in that moment, Sylas could have killed him with little more than a thought.

And yet, he didn't.

BOOM.

Brione slammed into the ground, another, much larger crater forming as rippling earth spread akin to the waves of the ocean.

The booth was completely blown apart, the Cheetah Lineage young woman being sent flying beneath the stress of the impact.

BANG.

Sylas' foot slammed against Brione's chest. Weighed down by waves of an emerald- gold aura, it was like Sylas had become multiple mountains, his telekinesis pushing down with millions of kilograms of force. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

It was a power that was little more than a small effort for a D-tier, especially one of Brione's caliber.

But Sylas wasn't trying to kill the man. If he wanted to, he would have already died the moment he flipped over his head.

That paralysis of fear and realization, though, left Brione frozen on the ground for much longer than he should have been.

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A complete, whole silence.

It was the sort of quiet that crept into your skin, taking refuge beneath the goosebumps that formed above. It swallowed everything— even one's own heartbeat practically felt hollow beneath it all.

Pulsing lights of violet and gold bombarded against one another in the air. The instant they separated, the sight of the 713th Lion Warlord and 713th Scorpion Warlord appeared.

The skies cracked and fissured, the separation between the two of them looking like a quagmire of absolute chaos.

The world shook, the planet reacting as though it could shatter apart at any moment. “You have a lot of nerve, Prione,” Gralith said calmly.

“I would advise you stay out of my way. We've already investigated what happened. Sylas Grimblade's actions placed the entire Sanctum in danger, forcing an all-out battle between two C-tiers on our soil. How many disciples died or were injured as a direct result of this? Not only did he not take any responsibility, he fled before he could even be questioned.”

"Fled? If he fled, then why would he return? Your story needs some work," Gralith replied just as calmly.

“If you'd like to see the full extent of the Lion Lineage, Gralith, I do not mind showing you. Do you believe the weight of my Lineage is so empty?"

Gralith looked down toward the crater Brione had just been in.

“It seems so."

Flashes of brilliance pulsed within Prione's eyes, his fury a controlled, manic wildness. However, he didn't get a chance to reply—a massive chasm opened between the two of them. It didn't feel as though the distance actually increased, and yet it felt like no matter how far they traveled, they would never reach one another.

The 713th Whale Warlord, Erethea.

“Both of you, stop this."

Not far behind Erethea, there was Aranya... the 713th Serpent Warlord.

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