Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Slaughterhouse

Sylas’ eyes flashed continuously, a stream of thoughts coming to mind all at once. None of them managed to explain his situation, but he had seen through several things at once.

First, that net was forged out of material that was at least D-Grade. He couldn’t afford to get caught by it in the slightest. Though there was a nice combination of F, E, and D-Grade Runes that made it up, this wasn’t a situation where he could easily take advantage of the F-Grade Runes.

He could do that for low-level E-Grade Treasures. But when D-Grade Runes were involved, the gap was too large and would more than make up for the weaknesses. To take proper advantage, he would need time, space, and circumstance—like he had had in the Frostbane World’s prison.

Given the situation, he wouldn’t have time to do much of anything.

But that also meant he had to be wary of other things. Could it be possible that there were D-Grade threats here?

He was immune to the suppression of those of the D-Grade, but battling them was an impossibility.

’There aren’t. But why would a fish boat of E-Grades have a D-Grade Treasure to use?’

Sylas’ eyes sharpened as a whirring sound reached his ears.

Not good.

Harpoons suddenly shot into the water as though bullets fired from a rifle. No, it was far worse than that—far faster, far sharper, far more lethal.

Sylas tucked in his wings, tapping into Insight to feel out Nosphaleen’s experience with using them, only to find that she didn’t have a lot of insight—ironically enough—in this regard at all.

He made a mental note to let Nosphaleen out more. There wouldn’t be experience to pull on if she had so little experience.

But he still had his own instincts. So he dug deeper.

Rather than touching on the fainter layer of Nosphaleen’s experience, he pulled on more of his Will to touch on the experience of the Mesmeryx Lineage itself. frёeωebɳovel.com

It took more focus, but Sylas was sporting an E-Grade Profession now. He could more than easily manage something as simple as this.

There was a shimmering that came from Sylas’ wings as \[Madness Control] whirred to life as well.

He spun away just in time, muscles in his back that he didn’t even know he had twitching with life and vitality—and maybe that was because, without wings, he had quite literally not had them.

Holding tightly onto Jala and Alex, he reached an unprecedented state of focus, everything working like a perfectly oiled machine.

SII! SII! SII!

The harpoons whizzed by, moving fast, but Sylas danced in the water as though it was no different from air, and yet was completely in tune with it nonetheless.

He almost flowed rather than moved, the sharpness in his eyes only growing more intent.

’It’s coming.’

Eight more harpoons fired all at once. They were slower by a hair this time, and Sylas picked up on the difference in the shift in the currents instantly.

The harpoons were attached to something—another net.