Genetic Ascension

Chapter 916 Focus [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus]

Chapter 916 Focus [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus]

The strain of the three Monarchs was clear and obvious, waves of Level 50 Aether coming from each one of them. But they had a resonance between them that formed a pressure that matched the E-Grade...

And then came the Crowns above their heads.

This wasn't something they should have, especially not in Sylas' Territory. This could only mean that they were relying on something else entirely.

Whatever it was, there was a great synergy between it, and they were using it to overwhelm the laws of government in the Silver City. Or, rather, the laws of the system in the region designed to block outsiders from taking advantage of its benefits.

They stood on what looked like a complex magic circle high above the city and right above the obelisk. In a perfect triangle formed by the three of them, they each took an edge, their entire focus on pouring their Will and Aether into the formation.

And that was when Sylas appeared.

Roderic was the first to see him because of his vantage point. His expression changed before a malevolent glint shone in his eyes.

"Enemy," he said coldly.

The reaction of Amara and Thorian was calm. They weren't naive enough to think that it was impossible that they were being interfered with. They were ready for such a thing.

But then Sylas suddenly stopped, crossing his arms and observing calmly.

A coincidence?

There was a flicker in Roderic's eyes. Sylas was literally just outside of their range. Just two meters or so closer and they would be able to act. But just outside that range, they could do nothing but look at him.

"Focus," Roderic said, reacting quickly to the situation.

It didn't matter what the truth was. So long as they were finished, it wouldn't matter. And... wouldn't this give them a chance to claim the second piece at the same time?

After that, it would just be a matter of finding the third and then they would have a clear path to forging a D-Grade Race. At that point, who would be able to stop the Africor Continent?

His arms remained crossed about his chest and he glanced back toward where Cassarae was still running and shook his head. That woman really was too stubborn.

Sylas' indifference made Roderic's brow twitch. There was something about his presence, not to mention the changes to his body, that weighed down on his soul.

It didn't make any sense. With the support of Thorian and Amara, he didn't fear even E-Grades. And yet, the nonchalant Level 0 before him made him feel as though a thick rope was tightening around his throat.

Then he saw Sylas' lip curl.

He thought it was a taunt, but Sylas was just inwardly laughing because Cassarae had run into a gang of polar bears and was slaughtering up a storm while she cursed at a tempo that was probably even more violent than her blade.

He didn't need to be there to know she probably had threatened to castrate him three times already by now.

Sylas made sure she'd be alright, then turned back to studying the magic circle.

Amara and Thorian were beginning to feel that something was wrong with Roderic's state of mind and his Will seemed to be wavering.

"FOCUS, RODERIC!" Amara snapped.

Roderic's pupils trembled and he exhaled a breath. Pushing out the distractions, he set his jaw.

What was there to be so in fear of?

"Oh."

Sylas spoke for the first time. He reached out a finger, a sharp claw drawing across the air. Slowly, a crown appeared above his head and the laws of the world rippled.

After a bit, he shook his head. 'No, not like this.'

He swiped a hand as though erasing the world and then started again.

Roderic felt his mind almost collapse.