Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1708

Chapter 1708 Quick

The goading and prodding of the system seemed purposeful almost to the point of being comedic. But this comedy to the layman was exactly the sort of tragic, thinly veiled façade that had the entire Seeing Eye Guild in an uproar... if you could call a silent boiling an uproar.

It felt like, from a state where the city boiled, it fell into a complete quiet instead.

Sylas was quite used to the feeling of constant gazes on him. The things he did, and the rules he broke, tended to have that effect on people. But there was something particularly different about this time.

The feeling was almost as though he had walked into someone's family gathering, ruined their dinner, and dug up elderly wounds that they had kept buried in their hearts for a time that could only be counted in generations.

Whatever it was Sylas had done, it would change the course of these horizons in a way none of them could fathom. It was a sinking feeling in their gut that made them realize that things were spiraling out of control, the culprit was right in front of them, and yet there was nothing at all that they could do about it.

What should they do with that feeling?

However, as lost as they were in their own thoughts, wondering how this would impact their own futures and how much their own lives would change, what they hadn't considered for even a single moment was the sort of pressure that was on the young man every single one of them was looking at right this moment.

And why would it cross their minds? All of them just wanted Sylas to disappear, and yet all they received in return was that very same stone-cold look, unbothered by them and their thoughts, so unfettered and casual one could never imagine that he had seen the notification at all.

Then he turned and walked into the Seeing Eye Guild, ignoring their guards and strolling in as though it was his guild by birthright.

How things would end today would decide not just the life and death of individuals, but entire families and sweeping populations of people-both expert and irrelevant alike.

Yet all Sylas did was find a spacious spot in the main lobby of the guild and take a seat in silent meditation, his eyes closing as his breathing entered a calm rhythm.

A meeting of the Ancestors of the Seeing Eye Guild had never been called so fast before. In fact, to say that it was called was little more than a ridiculous statement.

As though attracted to one another by a magnet of their own creation, they converged and snapped together.

However, as fast as they came together, none of them seemed to be willing to speak. Let alone willing-it was as though they had lost all ability to do so in the first place.

The pressure of the matter was clearly weighing on them. Whether they won or lost, it sensed like they were still losing.

On one side was a Karmic spiral that would leave them with no path of recovery for at least the next decade or two, and the other was offending the overlord Race of not a world, but the entire Heaven.

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