Genetic Ascension

His Primus Luminaria Contested Title settled down as his sister slowly regained her focus. She blinked for a moment, looking around, and then pouted.

“I still can’t summon a cake. This sucks.”

Sylas shook his head.

His sister clearly didn’t care very much for Rune Mastery. Though, there was no denying that this path had quite some potential.

If Sylas backtracked and found a path similar to this one instead all those months ago, he had a feeling that he would have comprehended how to draw Legendary Genes long ago.

Sylas was more interested in the nitty-gritty of Runes, the very foundation of it all—what made the world tick. It wasn’t about organic or inorganic to him; it was about casting the strongest Runes there were.

His sister didn’t care to chase after something like that. She just liked her sweets. And even that couldn’t be said to be something she cared a great deal about—it was just good enough for her.

Sylas just thought about teaching her his own path… but he knew enough about Rune Mastery now to know that following someone else’s path would never allow you to reach the Perfect Spark Mastery.

While this wasn’t ideal, it was at least good enough to make his Contested Title move, which meant that his sister’s talent was good enough to take seriously.

“You’re slacking,” Sylas said.

Elara only pouted more. “I should be getting ready for my first homecoming, not whatever this is.”

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Elara stuck her tongue out but didn’t reply.

19:18

In the end, Sylas could only shake his head. His little sister really was too much like him. The difference was their outward personality, but their fundamental underlying lens through which they saw the world was one for one.

The only people the two of them didn’t care to compete with were one another.

Sylas had said many times before that his sister was smarter than himself. But was that true? Or was that just because he couldn’t be bothered to figure out who was superior between the two of them and just decided to hand the title of smartest to her?

By the same token, could Elara be bothered to try very hard if her brother was already handling everything? Who was she going to compete with? Him? Why? To prove what to who, exactly?

That was why she chose her Rune Mastery Path based on what would make her life most convenient. Maybe there was a smarter, more clever choice to make.

She just didn’t care.

Sylas held up a palm. Aether swirled around it, and a Gene formed from thin air, resplendent and golden, blinding to the eyes of anything without Rune Mastery on a high enough level.

When you were at Sylas’ level, though, you didn’t just see gold. You saw what felt almost lie quantum unfolding—radiant, silky lines of silvery rainbow colors folding into and out of one another.

Elara blinked as she looked at it, not blinded at all.

“Is that a Legendary Gene?” she eventually asked.

“Yes.”

“And you can just make one out of thin air?”

“That’s right.”

Elara blinked again. “Everything can be made by Runes?”

“Everything.”

Elara held her hand up, and lines began to form across her skin, changing and morphing as though trenches were being carved into it. But given her expression, it didn’t seem to hurt at all.

Why did Sylas love Rune Mastery so much? Ever since he was young, he had been obsessed with puzzles of all sorts. He only stopped playing with them because they stopped being intellectually stimulating.

To him, Runes felt like the ultimate puzzle—the ultimate challenge to grasp, comprehend, and figure out. There was nothing he enjoyed more.

But while he and his sister looked at the world the same way, their hobbies, their passions, their desires for their lives weren’t the same. If Elara had been born during Sylas’ Lego phase, she would have probably pointed and laughed at him for wasting his time on something like that.

To her, puzzles, Legos, and things of that nature weren’t real. Where was the satisfaction in “figuring” them out? She found much more enjoyment out of figuring people out.

When she joked with her brother about finding him a girlfriend that would get him thrown under the jail, of course that was in most part a joke, but it was also out of curiosity.

Did her brother like girls? If he did, why was he always alone? Did he prefer to be alone? Why?

She never really treated her brother himself like a puzzle, but some of the most fun she had had in the last two years was tricking the Grimblade teachers into thinking she was incompetent while learning the most from them at the same time.

But then she had been taken away from those classes again and tossed into normal schooling once more, and it went back to being boring.

Fundamentally, she understood that Rune Mastery formed everything, and everything linked back to Rune Mastery. But it wasn’t until she saw that Gene before her that it truly clicked.

it felt like the difference between innately comprehending an open secret and truly grasping it.

Suddenly, golden hair burst across Elara’s skin, the aura of a Monkey King radiating violently in all directions.

She grasped at the air, and Runes swirled into a staff, claws extending from her slender fingers until they wrapped around it.

Sylas watched in silence, understanding what he was seeing, and watching intently nonetheless.

He could feel an explosion in her strength until her eyes dimmed, waves of fatigue hitting her until it all vanished. Her arm returned to its original state as the shaking in Sylas’ Primus Luminaria Title calmed once more.

It seemed his sister had taken the Flesh Mastery the Dogons had been so proud of to another level.

Controlling your bones was nice and all.

But what if you could extend that level of control to every layer?