Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1599 Water Manifestation

The water wrapped around Nosphaleen’s delicate steps, every move feeling as though she was walking on air.

With the way it shifted beneath her feet, it might as well have been exactly like that. Almost as though she was riding a moving sidewalk, every light step took her farther than her stride should have.

By the time she got to the center of the lake, she was so in tune with the differences between the water she was used to and this lake that there was easily thousands of times the volume of water moving in relation to her Will.

There had once been a moment long ago when Sylas pondered the limits of telekinesis. He could move things and separate his mind, but what exactly was “one” thing?

When he tried to control water with his telekinesis, he would have to form a protective casing around it. In that case, he wasn’t actually controlling the water, but instead containing the water and moving it that way.

Since then, Sylas’ comprehension of such things had changed, but it had never become a core necessity of his telekinesis. But… that didn’t need to be the case for those around him as well.

Will Manifestation. What exactly was it?

To the Scorned Wraps, it had a very specific meaning. But did it have one outside of Scorned Wraps as well?

Nosphaleen sat on her heels, bringing her knees right up to her chest as though a little girl playing with a puddle trapped in an asphalt divot. Yet this little girl was causing waves with every swaying motion of her hand.

Not much happened right before her-small ripples that slowly ebbed into nothing at all. It was a fascinating sight to behold. Despite her fingers moving through the water, it didn’t react in the slightest, almost as though her hand had become illusory.

But it was very much real, and so was the water.

Far away from Nosphaleen, however, the world was slowly being overwhelmed.

Land began to erode, trees collapsed, and as the first waves of Demons began to appear, they didn’t have a chance to respond before they were crushed beneath millions of kilograms of weight.

It could be said that of all the F-tiers in existence, there were very few amongst B+, A, and S-Grade Races capable of moving as much weight as Sylas could with his telekinesis.

Among this number… Nosphaleen did not, in fact, have a place. And yet, as the momentum of her fingers gliding through the water increased, it felt as though she was moving weight far exceeding even Sylas’ own limits.

In the Hibernation Realm, Nosphaleen had little to do outside of experience and watch Sylas. The world itself was growing larger with every one of Sylas’ breakthroughs, even beginning to form its own ecosystem of plants and landscapes-especially with Sylas planting the spacetime seedling within it—but ultimately Nosphaleen’s main pastime was training and growing stronger.

With the effects of the Hibernation Realm making her recovery especially exaggerated, she could push herself really far and never truly experience the feeling of fatigue.

When Elbrum said that Nosphaleen had grown tired after fighting what he called a sea of ants, he wasn’t wrong. But that wasn’t necessarily because Nosphaleen’s stamina was lacking… She just had no idea how to conserve her energy anymore.

When she was in the Hibernation Realm, her recovery was boosted by millions of percentage points.

Outside the Hibernation Realm, Sylas could easily deploy the Hibernation Halo, which—although weaker-was still far more substantial than anything an Elixir or similar recovery art was capable of.

However, she knew that if she was going to last as long as she needed to with Sylas unconscious… she was going to have to learn to do exactly that.

And there was no better element than water.

Nosphaleen closed her eyes. She could feel every molecule, feel every current, experience every bit of flow.

She knew how water molecules shattered a slight attraction between one another; she knew how to take advantage of hot and cold currents to elicit stronger tides and waves; she knew how to trigger water’s desire to flow and fill in gaps to take advantage of its greatest force.

Why was she capable of controlling even more weight than Sylas?

It was because she wasn’t controlling more weight at all. It was nothing more than an illusion.

The amount of water she was controlling was a mere fraction of the amount wreaking destruction across the lands right now so little that Nosphaleen hardly felt any impact at all.

The downside to this method was that it was hard to react to new and sudden threats.

The upside, however… was the fact she was certain she could keep this on indefinitely.

She never personally saw a single Demon, but they were wiped out nonetheless-so easily and swiftly that aside from the first few ranked Sanctums, she ranked among the absolute fastest.

Nosphaleen looked up into the skies to find that a board of named Sanctums had appeared. It seemed that everyone had survived the first wave… she wondered if that would continue.

She turned her head worriedly toward a flashing red barrier that appeared a long distance away. It slowly shrank toward her before coming to a stop.

‘It seems that I’m a bit unlucky.’

If the shrinkage continued at this rate, by the seventh wave she wouldn’t be in range to use this vast lake anymore. She would have to move.

Worse yet, since this lake was so close to the border, it meant that by the third wave, this territory and whoever was on the other side would overlap.

Meaning, if she wanted to continue using this method until the end of the seventh wave… she was going to have to defeat whoever was on the other side first.

And that “whoever” wouldn’t just be one person-it would be an entire Sanctum of F-tiers.

Given their random placement, it could very well be the 001 Sanctum.

What would she do then?