Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1664 One Leap

“Truly an arrogant little shit. I can see why you would have trouble with my little Leia. Let me guess, the real reason you accepted my Karma is because you have no way of making it here in a short time.”

“That is correct,” Sylas replied.

“Mm. In that case, you’re using me. What a bold brat. Tell you what, if you can join the Weaver Guild by usual means, I will accept you as my Legacy Disciple. However, I won’t give you any advantages. Your Runeweaver Profession has been erased, and I won’t give you the full inheritance unless you succeed. The only thing I will give you is quick passage to our Horizon. Do you accept?”

“I accept.”

Sylas could practically feel the old woman’s grin.

“It will take three leaps and three days to complete the teleportation process—”

“One leap is fine.”

There was a flicker in the old woman’s aura. She hadn’t made it clear that she was separating it for Sylas’ sake, but clearly, Sylas figured that out quite quickly.

If teleporting to another galaxy left even decently strong individuals in a daze, one could imagine that a leap of this caliber could even kill people.

In truth, the old woman had already limited it quite a bit. In her opinion, if Sylas couldn’t survive these three leaps, then there was no point in him hoping to clear the Weaver Guild’s tests on his own in the first place.

She hadn’t planned on letting Sylas know this at all. It could be considered the small bit of cruelty she did have within her not that she thought Sylas would actually die. He would probably just be in bad shape for a while.

This, however… even the D-tiers of her Weaver Guild would be very wary of such a large single teleportation leap. Even if their bodies survived, their Wills would be shredded to pieces.

“Is that so…” The old woman didn’t seem to be asking a real question, her voice trailing off as though she was thinking about something. “In that case, I guess we’ll see if we’ll be scraping your body off of the floor soon or not.”

Sylas didn’t seem to register the words of the old woman. Instead, his mind was already elsewhere.

He was hoping that this challenge would be more interesting. The gathering of the Sanctums was nothing short of extremely disappointing.

A surge of might awoke him. Runes of the world around him flickered and swam into being.

Sylas’ attention snapped back to focus before his gaze fell into a bit of a daze. He felt the rhythm of the very world around him changing. It was like she was gathering the Runes of the world to do her bidding from countless Horizons away.

In the blink of an eye, it was like the entire mountain range had been filled with fluttering butterflies of complex Runes.

They formed into a single creature, the butterflies fusing together to form larger and larger wings until only a single pair remained.

It was pattern as beautiful as mother nature itself, the wings spreading far and wide with Sylas as the center of it all.

Space trembled and the world shook, a fissure running through the moon that nearly split it entirely in half.

This power…

Sylas’ pupils constricted, the might of the Runes forcing his heart into a state of agitation. It was like his Will was reacting all on its own, barely holding itself together and just barely avoiding being ripped out of his body.

And then the wings flapped.

The moon split in two, a surge of spatial might collapsing in on Sylas and swallowing him whole.

…

Gralith stood from his position, thinking that the world was about to be destroyed. If he didn’t take action to save everyone, the entire Scorpion Lineage would be wiped out.

But this fear only lasted the smallest of instants before an even stronger might descended.

The two halves of the moon snapped back together as though stitched by the power of creation itself.

Gralith stood in silence for a long while.

This… this was power.

Just how far away was she when she did this?

Granted, Gralith knew more about these things than Sylas did. It wasn’t that she had projected her Will so far, but instead that she had used the system as a conduit to do it.

Even so, the difficulty of this was easily the same as Gralith trying to replicate the same feat in a nearby galaxy.

One day.

Gralith looked off into the distance, his expression not changing. In fact, his body only relaxed.

In Sylas’ absence, they were going to have to weather these changes to the Sanctum themselves.

Sylas’ vision swam.

This was the first time he felt the length of a teleportation, the world around him warping into streams of silver, black, white, and what looked like the slightest hints of blues and violets.

Too many colors, too many shades, too many twists and changes.

A pulsing wave of a migraine slammed into his skull. His brain shook and his Will felt like it had been grabbed from two sides, being pulled from two directions at once, then three, then four.

He felt it about to collapse and sheer apart, and yet it also felt like the teleportation had just begun.

Sylas coughed, or rather, he tried to.

Lost in this endless void, it was like even breathing wasn’t allowed. The pressure wasn’t on his side, pressing against his lungs with such ferocity even coughing wasn’t possible.

His own blood reversed in his body, his heart sinking inward.

The pressure on his skeletal system seemed even greater than the one on his Will.

However, all Sylas could see were those streaks of colors, as though he wasn’t aware of what was happening to his body. He knew that he was only suffering so much because he kept trying to absorb them, but even as his Will trembled and the first tears in it began to appear, he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.