Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1608 Buri Skai Eye

Nosphaleen touched down on the ground, a weapon that should have been comically too large for her resting comfortably in her palm. It looked like she had always been meant to wield it, like there was no problem at all with the fact it alone was over three meters long while she was barely a hair over half that size.

Steam was practically radiating from her body, silky strands formed of her Whale Warlord Armor dancing in the skies as though ready to be deployed in attack at any given moment.

The Fifth Prince of the Buri Clan wasn’t alone. He lazily rested on a throne carried by four, his large belly leading his body. Despite the size of his gut, though, there was something particularly stocky and powerful about him, as though if he focused, he could flex this fat no less easily than anyone else could flex their muscles.

Strong.

Nosphaleen tried to check his stats, but she was rebuffed, likely by a protective treasure. However, she didn’t need it to tell that Fifth Prince Buri could probably kill Authrione in a few exchanges if he put his mind to it. And maybe even that was giving him too little credit.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to put his mind to it at all.

However, what worried Nosphaleen wasn’t the Fifth Prince alone. It was the squadron of more than a hundred strong who surrounded him, many of whom were looking at the corpses of Authrione and his cousin with burning eyes laced with rage.

If not for the fact they didn’t dare to step outside of what they were ordered to do by him, they would have long since attacked.

Nosphaleen knew of the Fifth Prince from Borun’s memories. Every Clan of the Thryskai was unique in the way they used their Skai Eye, and each one could almost be considered a separate, individual race of their own. There was certainly a lot of Gene Theory involved in why they did this, and it was likely thanks to exactly this that the Thryskai were among the most successful races in the entire universe. But that was beside the point right now.

What was important was that the Buri Clan were all like this-Thryskai who stored a great amount of fat on their bodies. However, this fat wasn’t for the sake of hand-to-hand combat like many others who took this route.

They instead used their Skai Eyes like a hub of concentrated world energy, almost similar to the World Jade in Sylas’ possession. With their Skai Eye as an anchor, they changed their individual cells to store a great amount of energy as well.

Because they were still a Mortal Clan, right now, the only cells they could do this to were their fat cells. But even with all this said, this wasn’t just a matter of controlling larger amounts of Aether.

The energy was just a conduit, a bridge that allowed them to power their Skai Eye to affect change onto the world around them, extending the range of their Skai Eye’s world onto the spatial plane around them.

Essentially, every ripple of power that extended from the Buri Clan’s members was able to cause vibrational and resonant changes onto the spatial plane around them, resulting in not only devastating levels of spatial control, but incredibly invasive control as well.

When Authrione was suffering cracks in his scales when facing the Fifth Prince, this wasn’t because the space around him was distorting and shredding into him. It was because the space that made up Authrione himself—the latter’s very imprint on the world itself—was being distorted.

It was a subtle difference someone without exceptional spatial affinity wouldn’t even be able to see through, but it was also the difference between throwing a grenade at someone and stuffing it into their mouth and making them swallow first.

As someone with the Whale Warlord Armor, Nosphaleen didn’t need to be the genius she was to know the level of synergy Fifth Prince Buri would have with it. Even if his mastery over the armor was weaker than her own, when paired with his Unique Gene the results would be hard to turn a nose up at.

This was a gap that wouldn’t be easily covered.

The Fifth Prince’s head tilted to the side when Nosphaleen didn’t reply, as though he wasn’t used to people ignoring him. His expression didn’t exactly seem to be angry, but rather almost like a child trying to decide whether to cry or not based on the reaction of their parents.

When Nosphaleen still didn’t say anything and the Fifth Prince confirmed she had no intention of doing so, a smile spread across his face.

The slightest bit of a gap in his mouth was formed and the world swirled around him. Gusts of wind kicked up and there seemed to be a black hole in the depths of his mouth itself.

Large amounts of Aether pooled toward him with a breath.

“Kill her,” he said simply.

The black-scaled centaurs reacted as though they had jet fuel flooding their veins with every enraged pump of their hearts, charging at Nosphaleen with the momentum of a true cavalry.

Nearer the back, Starell floated in the skies with her pink wings flapping on her ankles. Her expression was a rare mask of immovability. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but she didn’t act on the Fifth Prince’s orders either.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Nosphaleen clenched her teeth, her grip over the trident tightening as though in a vain attempt to shrink the material. She sent out her senses toward Sylas’ encased body in the distance and took a deep breath.

Her mind was walking a tightrope of stress.

Having spent so much of her life with every action dictated by someone else, it could be said that this was the most freedom she had ever had. She wasn’t used to so much weight being on her shoulders.

But there was only one way out of this.

Kill.