Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1623 The Weaver Guild

Sylas stood in silence, pulsing lightning still spontaneously sparking around him from time to time. His expression still hadnʼt changed very much at all, as though he hadnʼt done anything all that impressive.

His head slowly turned in a direction and he took a step. He vanished in a whirlwind of Runes, his body stepping through the folds of reality.

BANG.

Lucar ran headfirst into the chest of Sylasʼ armor, his nose bursting into blooming lines of blood as he fell backward.

Sylas had noticed him a long time ago; he just hadnʼt cared enough to do anything.

Reaching forward, he pierced through Lucarʼs third eye.

It was quite the irony. He had faced off against three Thryskai Princes, and yet not a single one had had the opportunity to use their third eyes.

Sylas ripped it out and looked at the eye in his palm before crushing it. He did it purely for no other reason than he wanted to see what was unique about Lucarʼs in particular.

And he knew it would piss off the Thryskai.

These people had stood in his way time and time again—he didnʼt have the patience to play games of politics with them.

las looked up into the skies and his gaze seemed to pierce toward the spectators.

This round... it wasnʼt over yet.

Fourth Prince Buri and Sona could be said to have the same reaction-that being that they had no reaction at all.

One would have expected rage, a simmering hatred, but there was nothing of the sort. Instead, there was a silent stoking of a flame, and they smiled.

It was a smile that took quite some time to appear, one with sinister, underlying intentions that seemed to want for blood.

It wasnʼt just them.

The Third Princes.

The Second.

Only the Firsts werenʼt here, feeling it unnecessary to do such things for the B-tier. The scope of their goals was very limited.

Now it had one more thing.

Kill Sylas Grimblade.

However, right this moment, Sylas seemed to be looking at them as well. His gaze was indifferent, calm—not filled with nearly the same fire as them all.

He seemed to be silently contemplating something as he observed them one by one. And that was when something no one was expecting happened.

Nosphaleen appeared by his side, wearing a flowing white dress and a happy smile on her face, as though she hadnʼt just been beaten to the edge of her life.

Sylas flipped over a palm and handed over a bundle of something—a concentrated Will of pink that exuded the aura only a single person could.

Leia.

”How many of these memories can you recover?”

Nosphaleen blinked. ”... Itʼs too powerful.”

Sylas nodded. There was something odd about Analeiʼs Will. While it seemed like an F-tier Will, and he could even control it with decent ease, it also felt like a Will that was impossibly far beyond that level at the same time.

”Ignore the more powerful, then. Claim only what you can.”

Nosphaleen nodded, and her irises turned silver from blue, then began to light with rotating colors of pink, blue, and violet.

Slowly, they solidified and blossoms began to fall around her.

Her eyes glazed over and then sharpened considerably.

Every thought she pulled out, Sylas comprehended at the same moment. Then, he nodded to himself.

The Weaver Guild was that powerful, huh? It was no wonder she had had such a reaction.

Nosphaleen had only been able to pull out memories that Leia had recovered before her death. Thankfully, Leia had made the connection right before she died.

Trouble was, this wasnʼt all good.

For one, the Analei were actually one of the pillars of the Weaver Guild. Though, they were formed of seven separate main Races.

That left an obvious question, then. Analeiʼs memories from her previous incarnations were easier to recall the more core to her being they were. The fact her Race was so key in the Weaver Guild should have been a big deal to her-enough to remember long before right before her death.

So why?

Probably the same reason she was here as a member of the 002 Sanctum rather than with the Weaver Guild.

The truth? The Weaver Guild made the Emperor Sanctum look like a childrenʼs playground-though technically they were in the same general tier of strength.

This was probably an important mystery to solve first, and it made trying to use the Weaver Guild to get out of this more complicated.

What had the Sloth said? The Weaver Guild were probably already looking for him?

That much was true. Given what he now knew about the Guild, it was definitely for positive reasons.

Whether they would still be positive after they knew he had killed Leia, though... well, that wasnʼt certain.

That said, there were two things of great importance that Sylas had learned through Leiaʼs current memories.

First, she had targeted Nosphaleen because of Robareda. Why would a former A-tier be following the orders of an E-tier?

The answer was even simpler than anyone knew. Leia loved Robareda and would do anything for her. There was no complicated scheme at all.

This Robareda was a little interesting. A Rune Master who managed to unearth an Emperor Armor on their own was curious.

But this wasnʼt because Sylas respected her Rune Mastery. What made this feat impressive was her ability to sense the Will of the Emperor Serpent.

Maybe only Sylas would be completely uncaring about the Rune Mastery aspect of the feat. But as far as he was concerned, only a true genius of Will would be capable of this. It also required a particularly hard head.

As for the second thing Sylas learned... it was that Leia was unlikely to be dead-not truly. Her foundation would be harmed, and she would have one less reversion to use in the future, but Analei didnʼt die so easily.

This meant that there would likely be an A-tier waking up very soon who wanted nothing more than his head.