Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2114: Should Have Known

Sylas' eyes slowly opened. He didn't need to sleep much these days and he couldn't quite recall the last time he had had a decent sleep in the first place, but this one felt good.

It had only lasted about four hours. But given the current strength of his body, four hours of sleep now might as well have been as much as four days when he was far weaker.

Of course, the difference was that while there were diminishing returns the longer you slept as a mortal, for Sylas every second was worth its weight in gold.

He had already been in quite a good mood when he first rested his eyes, and right now, he felt like he was truly firing on all cylinders.

'It seems that it's about time to end this.'

Sylas found himself itching to get to the Demi-God Plane. Logically, he knew that he had a lot to get done in the mortal realm, but whether it was because of his own eagerness for the new challenge, Nosphaleen's plight, or his little sister, he felt like he was dragging his feet right now.

Every time he tried to trigger things to blow up, his enemies seemed to have lost their own fervor.

There should have been huge backlash after he forcefully raised the Grimblades to Demi-God status, and yet no one seemed to have reacted to it. Earth was still fine, there was no great planned attack, and the world was in such a calm state it almost felt like it was just waiting for him to knead it.

So that was exactly what he was going to do.

Since they wouldn't come. He would.

Sylas walked out of the room the Analei had prepared for him, his gait calm and unbothered. The sun shone down from windows that lined the halls, a garden on the other side of the glass reflected some bonsai-like trees that hung with fruits that shone with gold.

It wasn't as serene as Fanelei's secluded quarters had been, but it was definitely quite close.

The moment Sylas pulled the sliding doors apart, though, there was a wall of noise that hit him. Arguing, roars, and even surges of Aether filled the courtyard.

He glanced at it, ignored it, and then disappeared.

When he appeared once again, he was standing before a set of stairs that went down toward an endless darkness. But rather than being alone like he mostly expected, Fanelei was there.

She smiled. "I thought you'd probably do this."

"Oh?" Sylas asked.

It was interesting that she would come to that conclusion because all of his actions until now had made it feel quite like he mostly had the intention to help elevate the Weaver Guild and ingratiate himself with them.

But after the Dungeon appeared, his calculations had changed.

Back then, he still didn't know how to progress without the system, and his Rune Mastery was still stuck in a bit of a quagmire despite having spent the last several months solely focused on it.

If he wanted to win, he needed the Weaver Guild to be on his side.

But now, that calculation wasn't the same anymore. And since he knew the A-tiers of the Seeing Eye Guild weren't present, that only swayed things even more in his favor.

He could end this war before it even began.

After all, it was in his best interest that he did so. The Seeing Eye Guild's goal was obviously the Mancer Scape, and that was obviously something that Sylas planned to monopolize all on his own. How could he allow others to partake in a reward that would rival the Madness Keys?

Of course it would be tricky. Four was already quite powerful, and Sylas himself wasn't yet powerful enough to casually deal with A-tiers even if they weren't from a superior Heaven.

But didn't he like a challenge?

"I don't think you're as much of an enigma as you think you are, Sylas Grimblade." Fanelei gave him a radiant smile.

Sylas' gaze flickered. "… Your voice."

It was odd. He didn't notice at first, but there was an odd tinge of something different to it. Usually, it sounded older. Right now, he could definitely tell that it was very much still Fanelei's voice, and she didn't seem to be actively trying to change it.

But rather than just old, it sounded closer to something regal, powerful, elegant, almost. It was masking the old with maturity instead, and as Fanelei spoke now, it felt like Sylas was seeing her past the veneer of fog that had once layered her, a beauty she had always had but he had just as always ignored shining through.

"Are you ogling me, Sylas Grimblade?" Fanelei asked with a teasing tone.

Half of her expected Sylas to be embarrassed, but Sylas wasn't someone who would feel such an emotion so easily. Not even close.

Instead, he nodded as though in acknowledgment of her question rather than a true answer. Then, he looked toward the stairs.

"Shall we, then?"

Fanelei burst into laughter. "I should have known."

She flashed by to Sylas' side and took his arm into hers, pressing her chest into his elbow.

Sylas looked at her.

"What?" Fanelei asked with an innocent look in her eye. "Not all of us can navigate the fog as easily as you can."

Sylas didn't have an answer for that, so he simply began to walk down the stairs. It seemed that Fanelei's real personality was far more amusing than what she had let on before.

No one could have guessed that while the Weaver Guild was burying itself in commotion, trying to figure out how to deal with the coming situation, who would be their leaders, how they would divide resources, that a pair of man and woman would decide to end the war all on their own.

Even fewer would guess that as they decided to do so, a casual indifference was on the face of one while the other had a budding, blooming smile on her face like she was having the time of her life.