Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1219

Chapter 1219: Late

Late was something Sylas never was. Being punctual was just another part of being disciplined, so he took it quite seriously.

Ansla, however, didn’t seem to give a damn.

No, she did. Actually, she seemed to make it her mission to appear late, as though she wanted all eyes on her. Truly, she was worth it. Sylas had yet to see another Noble Demon woman with her aura or her looks. The combination of the two made it obvious why so many wanted her.

But this time, Ansla didn’t walk into the ball alone, and that made it so the gazes were all the more focused.

Sylas carried the same sort of cold indifference on him, Ansla hanging from his arm only the barest amount. The two hardly looked as though they were together, and might not have even seemed to be if not for the fact Ansla had looped her hand around his bicep.

All things considered, their temperaments were quite a match for one another and would have seemed almost natural... if not for the fact Sylas’ aura was like a deflated balloon in comparison to Ansla’s.

The dining hall was large, a pit formed of descending marble steps taking up the center of it all, while curved dining tables of various lengths and in pleasant-to-the-eye arrangements lined the exterior.

There was almost certainly a large chess game of politics going on with all the various seating arrangements. Sylas scanned the room quite confidently to take in all of their faces, just in case he would need to know anything.

Many were looking at him, but the dimness of his emerald eyes didn’t give anything away—not this time.

Calm and stoic, even in the hushed whispers and less-than-subtle words that layered atop them, the two made it to a relatively small, curved dining table.

Sylas pulled Ansla’s seat back for her before moving to take his own.

A palm blocked him.

Sylas didn’t hesitate for a moment, his claw flashing with a black light as he directly chopped it off.

Blood spurted, and the hall that had grown a bit more quiet than usual fell into complete silence this time.

However, Sylas’ actions were far from finished.

The blood that spurted through the air was caught by his telekinesis before the dining table could be ruined, the rest threatening to spill out of the Demon’s severed wrist being caught in a bubble of control as well.

Lightning sparked, cauterizing the wound—but only after Sylas moved a palm, catching the bubble of blood and slamming it out.

BANG!

The head of the Demon was caught by Sylas’ hand, the latter being so large that despite the size, it looked as though Sylas was squeezing a ball beneath his claws before he slammed him to the ground.

The Demon tipped back in his chair, his skull cracking against the marbled floors as the blood that had been in Sylas’ palm drilled into his mouth and nose, tearing a path through his body and churning his brain to mush.

From start to finish, the Demon didn’t even have a chance to react. And in the end, he actually lost his life to his own blood.

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