Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1973: Fathomless

Sylas didn’t know who sent Wrath here, but it didn’t matter. They were just as trash as this puppet.

The disadvantages a Madness Disciple had were innumerable, but the number of advantages they had were even greater. If you couldn’t take advantage of them, what else would you be if not trash?

Being chosen by the Madness Key already made you a talent. To become the actual mantle holder of your Path made you even greater than that.

To end up in the hands of someone else… Sylas didn’t even feel pity. He just found it to be ridiculous.

But like he had said, the person who sent Wrath was just as foolish.

The moment Sylas saw the chains that surrounded Wrath, he understood why it was he was so weak.

Whoever had trapped Wrath had somehow learned how to use the Scorned Wraps against Wrath. Essentially, Wrath was in a perpetual state of fighting back against his own Scorned Wraps.

Fanelei’s words about how the Scorned Wraps weren’t there to help, but instead there to restrain, couldn’t help but echo in Sylas’ ears again. Just because he had never struggled with them, didn’t mean that others didn’t.

Because of the Scorned Wraps, Wrath was in a situation where the calmer he was, the weaker he was. But as soon as he started to bubble forward with Wrath, he would grow stronger, but so too would the effects of his chains.

If he continued growing more and more furious, his body would continuously push against the Scorned Wraps and release more and more of his true strength.

The problem with that was that if the process wasn’t gradual and smooth in any one direction, the entire system could collapse.

This explained why Sylas hadn’t sensed Wrath when he approached. The man was walking around with active Will Suppression for the sake of his own safety. His true self was already restrained so that he could maintain a modicum of peace.

Unfortunately for him…

Sylas’ Will was simply too powerful, and the ability of his Pride Seed was quite literally Will Suppression. The moment he used it, it was like he was blowing out the candle that was Wrath.

The strength of the Scorned Wraps didn’t have time to pull back and he was almost instantly crushed by his own treasure.

Well… saying that it was his own treasure while it was actively suppressing him was certainly quite the exaggeration.

Sylas reached forward and picked Wrath up by his hair, dragging him forward by the Scorned Wraps that had practically crushed him into a ball of minced meat.

Wrath hadn’t been able to touch them at all, but to Sylas, it seemed to be as easy as breathing.

As he dragged Wrath, his scythe scraped against the ground through the latter’s chest, leaving sparks and deep trenches in the already cracked platform.

When he got to the edge of the platform, he yanked his scythe out. He waved a hand and formed a trident that he pointed toward the skies.

With the meteors falling from above, it almost looked as though he was furious with the heavens themselves for bringing down so much punishment, but those on the ship in the far off distance knew the truth.

He knew they were there and he was calling them just as pathetic as the beaten and worn Wrath in his hands.

Sylas swept the trident across the air and space seemed to ripple like the waves of the ocean, he passed it through the air again and the skies churned, and then again, and then once again.

Space began to warp so much it was almost impossible to see Sylas. As though staring at him through a house of mirrors, he was reflected and deflected so many times he practically vanished entirely.

Sylas seemed to keep pulling on something, yanking on it as though he wouldn’t relent until it broke completely free, and then it suddenly did.

There was an explosion of Aether through the air and Sylas could feel as though [Glassvolt Throne] had broken through to a completely new threshold.

[Glassvolt Throne] had always naturally sat in the skies. From high above, it comprehended the world, but it had eternally been closest to the Sky aspect of the world.

However, there were still two other aspects remaining.

Just adding two new aspects wouldn’t do much. That was because [Glassvolt Throne] specifically existed to help Sylas use lightning Aether that was beyond his means to control.

The more solidified his understanding of a world, the more powerful the lightning he could wield without his body exploding from the inside out. That was why it worked that the Sky would be its most important aspect.

However…

Sylas threw Wrath forward and he vanished.

The wild warp crackled, large looping lines of space moving as though they were really the crashing waves of the ocean against a shore.

The momentum continued to build up. Flowing like water, it showed an eerie sort of patience, but also sudden chaos that only fluid dynamics could replicate.

And yet, there was a beauty in the chaos. The sound of crashing waves, of the mystery of the flowing deep, of a chill that somehow sensed so very comfortable to float within.

And then, under astonished gazes, this chaotic flow of space began to spontaneously craft Runes. It churned and changed, flipping and turning.

At first it was hard to see what was happening, but with every passing moment, it became more and more clear…

That the Whale King Armor was taking shape.

Sylas realized then that he had, indeed, reached the pinnacle of Rune Mastery. There was no level beyond this. However, there were two other Paths to reaching this same exact level, he had just happened to stumble onto the third.

Maybe these words had long vanished from the annals of history.

The Earth. The Sky. The Sea.

The Earth, its surface and what lay beneath.

“Hell Rune Creation…”

The Sky, what lay above and the dome of all.

“Heaven Rune Creation.”

The Sea… its mysterious, unfathomable depths and an endless void of darkness.

“Fathomless Rune Creation.”

Wrath appeared in the central hub of a ship hovering above The Sanctum and exploded into a rain of blood and

gore.