Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2113: Oh Sylas Grimblade

The man was tall, but only insofar as Four was concerned. His peacock feathers were what truly stood out between him and others, his might showering down upon the world in their speckles of black, rouge, and gold.

Looking into them truly felt like one was staring into the eyes of a demon, millions as far as the eye could see, and endless in their purgatory.

The man himself didn't seem particularly odd. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't extremely attractive. He wasn't short, but he wasn't overly tall either. He probably stood at around 5'9" or so, an average height, perfectly measured in all aspects.

His face was cleanly shaven, his brows neatly trimmed, his hair combed back in an arc that made him look like he would be off to work one of the millions of desk jobs back on Earth rather than take any real part in a battle.

However… those that could focus beyond the feathers to see the sheer calm averageness of the man were few and far between. Even those that called themselves powerhouses of the B-tier might very well never see this.

Instead, they would see a man handsome beyond words, a man carved to the specifications of a true deity, a lofty, untouchable existence that had descended down from the God Realm in order to lay his mark down on the mortals who thought themselves far too great.

Such was the pull, the allure of his feathers.

And when such a man placed all his attention on a single thing, all of his heart and intention toward one focal point, it shone more radiantly than ever before.

As beautiful as Four was on her own, when One placed his intention toward her like this it was like watching a flower bloom, the sun rise, the moon twinkle in twilight and flirt with the eclipse.

She went from a breathtaking woman in the figurative sense to one that snatched away the oxygen from your very lungs, depressing your diaphragm and ripping your throat asunder. Your belly would feel hot, your mind churned into a quagmire of mush and nothingness.

Such was her beauty right now, and it was all because of the man who stood across from her.

"There was trouble." Four said calmly, seemingly not understanding her own radiance in this moment.

"What sort?" One asked patiently. If it was anyone else who answered so perfunctorily, he may have already torn their heads off. There was obviously a problem, he had already asked this, there was no need to restate it.

"Sylas Grimblade. He is more powerful and more troublesome than we originally decided to claim."

One's already ice cold expression seemed to plummet the temperatures all the more. Space turned frigid and icicles began to grow along their fissured lines.

But if one knew of One's Abilities, then one thing would have been very odd at that moment…

One didn't control Ice Aether.

"Sylas Grimblade." He said the name slowly as though it forked his tongue continuously, the distaste on his lips growing with every passing moment.

He had never felt more disgusted in his life.

"He did this?" One reached a thumb forward.

Four stiffened, but she had learned long ago not to lean away from One's advances. The results could be catastrophic.

His thumb traced across her lip and the wound on it closed as he dragged his finger along with a gentle graze. There was a slight stinging, but after it vanished, it was like he had erased it from existence itself.

"No." Four said calmly. "I'm not sure who caused it, the battle was chaotic and I had to fight many to carve us a path out. The elders sacrificed their lives to allow us the opening. After a certain point, since the battle had been triggered already, everyone realized we were public enemy number one and thus the tides turned quickly.

"Too many powerhouses were present. We couldn't fight them all."

They weren't fools. Logically, the people of the Seeing Eye Guild should have known that appearing in enemy territory like that was bound to have such an ending.

However… the equation had completely changed because of Sylas.

Originally, they should have been too fearful to fight them. The plan was to have Six and Five fight. They would have crushed the geniuses of the Skai Heaven, and the assumption would have been that their elders were even more powerful than they were.

If Four killed a few B-tiers, what chance would they think they would have against their Cryst Heaven's A-tiers? They would have strolled in and strolled out like nothing happened.

But instead, Sylas exposed the fact that the elders of the Cryst Heaven hadn't managed to arrive yet. Instead, the elders they had with them were actually elders of the Seeing Eye Guild who had grown up all their lives in the Skai Heaven and thus had weaker than normal foundations.

Because they grew up in a Heaven where Will was the predominant Core Stat, they hadn't been able to grow to their full potential, resulting in this.

This was a matter they would have been alright with being exposed later, but this was too early, and it put them on the back foot. There was also an even higher chance now that an assault might take place on their guild before they were ready.

All because of Sylas Grimblade and a casual deduction he had made by observing a single reaction.

In fact, it was because of Sylas Grimblade that they were caught so unprepared in the first place.

Now they had gone from an enigma of an enemy that could crush everyone with their Fourth ranked genius alone, to a paper tiger.

One didn't seem to care about any of this, though. All he could see were the wounds on his woman's body.

As he carefully tended to her wounds, his heart only grew colder and colder.

'Sylas Grimblade, oh Sylas Grimblade… I was originally going to only take personal action to claim Rhykan Purvon's head. But you will be first on the list instead.'