Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1623

Chapter 1623 The Weaver Guild

Sylas stood in silence, pulsing lightning still spontaneously sparking around him from time to time. His expression still hadn't changed very much at all, as though he hadn't done anything all that impressive.

His head slowly turned in a direction and he took a step. He vanished in a whirlwind of Runes, his body stepping through the folds of reality.

BANG.

Lucar ran headfirst into the chest of Sylas' armor, his nose bursting into blooming lines of blood as he fell backward.

Sylas had noticed him a long time ago; he just hadn't cared enough to do anything.

Reaching forward, he pierced through Lucar's third eye.

It was quite the irony. He had faced off against three Thryskai Princes, and yet not a single one had had the opportunity to use their third eyes.

Sylas ripped it out and looked at the eye in his palm before crushing it. He did it purely for no other reason than he wanted to see what was unique about Lucar's in particular.

And he knew it would piss off the Thryskai.

These people had stood in his way time and time again—he didn't have the patience to play games of politics with them.

las looked up into the skies and his gaze seemed to pierce toward the spectators.

This round... it wasn't over yet.

Fourth Prince Buri and Sona could be said to have the same reaction-that being that they had no reaction at all.

One would have expected rage, a simmering hatred, but there was nothing of the sort. Instead, there was a silent stoking of a flame, and they smiled.

It was a smile that took quite some time to appear, one with sinister, underlying intentions that seemed to want for blood.

It wasn't just them.

The Third Princes.

The Second.

Only the Firsts weren't here, feeling it unnecessary to do such things for the B-tier. The scope of their goals was very limited.

Now it had one more thing.

Kill Sylas Grimblade.

However, right this moment, Sylas seemed to be looking at them as well. His gaze was indifferent, calm—not filled with nearly the same fire as them all.

He seemed to be silently contemplating something as he observed them one by one. And that was when something no one was expecting happened.

Nosphaleen appeared by his side, wearing a flowing white dress and a happy smile on her face, as though she hadn't just been beaten to the edge of her life.

Sylas flipped over a palm and handed over a bundle of something—a concentrated Will of pink that exuded the aura only a single person could.

Leia.

"How many of these memories can you recover?"

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