Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1971: A Forgotten Pillar [Bonus]

[Bonus chapter thanks to Abda213 <3]

The Whale was a Will that Sylas was intimately familiar with. He had learned everything he could about it in order to allow Nosphaleen to use its Will.

It was a creature of peace and security, one with a great deal of power that didn’t feel any sort of need to show off that strength that it had.

Honestly, in a lot of ways, the Whale represented a Pride that Sylas respected a lot more. It was just a creature that felt no need to show off.

There was one major change that Sylas had made to the Whale though.

Water Control.

The First Layer was defensive, a blackhole-like ability that swallowed and shredded, allowing them to be an ultimate tank-like existence.

The Second Layer was its Gravitational Pull ability, one that exhibited an extreme pressure of one’s telekinetic ability and Mental Stats to control properly.

And the last was its Aether Swallowing ability, to take and incorporate into their very being.

Sylas originally didn’t plan to make very many changes to the Whale Armor. Of course he planned on making it far stronger, but mostly within the lines of deductions he had long made.

However, when he laid eyes on it, he felt a strong urge push him from deep within. Sparse lines connected in his thoughts and he could seem to see a replay of the ocean rising from Earth, forming complex Runes and formations that protected them from the enemies beyond.

Sylas had seemed to completely forget about the existence of the Boar precisely because of this feeling. In fact, the Dino King Armor was fighting based on a subtle balance of his Will being influenced by what it wanted to do. Sylas allowed this to happen because the feeling he was experiencing now was so very strong, to the point it was intoxicating.

There were some Runes here… some Runes that overlapped with what he had seen in the formation currently protecting Earth.

Sylas could feel the Will tugging at him, telling him what changes to make and how to shift things.

But what he didn’t understand was why it was so strong. It was like the Runes had a true Will of their own rather than influencing him.

Sylas had experienced this before. During the All-Seeing Eye’s forced Quicktime Event back in the Milky Way, he had experienced the emotions of Runes in the final battle that allowed him to lay claim to his Progeny.

But this was on a completely different level.

Sylas felt the emotions of Runes all the time. But this wasn’t just emotions, it was a compulsion, almost like chains had appeared around him and were trying to yank him down with them.

But these weren’t chains of restriction. Maybe it would even be more accurate to say that it was like a loyal dog that had gripped onto his sleeve with its bite, pulling him toward something it wanted him to see with every fiber of its being.

The strength rippled across him in waves, pulling him more and more.

‘Is this… because I comprehended the Infinite Void at the bottom of the ocean?’

Sylas had a connection to the ocean now that he hadn’t even fully realized until this moment. Not just the ocean, but water itself.

It was so very peculiar. He had never expected to have such a thing.

While Sylas did, technically, have an Ice Affinity, the Runes of Ice and Water were similar but very different at the same time. They were more like siblings raised by different parents than they were a pair of identical twins raised together.

But even if Sylas grasped this, he still didn’t quite understand. What good was a Water Aether affinity to him? It wasn’t like he could backtrack now and gain a new Mancy Path. The two he had were already filled and Glassvolt would no longer be Glass if he tried to swap out the Ice that made up its Glass portions for Water.

However, there was something else nagging at Sylas.

It felt like someone was trying to tell him something but he could barely feel the tap on his shoulder. So close and yet so far away.

Why did the First Race use the ocean so much?

It seemed the obvious choice. It was the place that was the least explored. There was a saying on Earth long ago that the ocean was maybe more mysterious than even the depths of space itself.

That was obviously not true, especially not with what Sylas knew about the world now. But it was something that forced people to realize that there was so much about their own world that they didn’t understand.

‘The least explored…’

Sylas’ eyes suddenly brightened.

There was so much fanfare made about the skies, so much emphasis placed on the Earth. It was almost like the former were restraints everyone wanted to break free of, while the latter represented the worlds they called home.

When one thought of a world, they rarely thought of the oceans even though on many worlds, the ocean made up at least a third of the land. On Earth, it was over double even that.

The realization sank into Sylas.

He was the Progenitor of a World, and yet his efforts in understanding Earth had always started and stopped at the portions he felt were most familiar to him… the earth and the skies… things he saw every day, walked upon every day… But how much time had he spent learning of the ocean?

Water was no less an important element than earth was. It anchored the spirit of a world as much as the earth did.

If you wanted to understand a world, you needed to grasp all three aspects.

The Skies.

The Earth.

The Water.

All three had a great impact on the Mesh of Reality, all three made their presences known in the void.

How could he fully grasp the void while forgetting this one aspect?

How could he claim to grasp the truths of Earth without understanding 70% of it?

The silence of the Whale was deafening. It commanded such a large portion of the world and yet it was so very content with everyone forgetting its existence.

A King without care for the thoughts and opinions of others.

Sylas was ready to form it.

He slammed his palms together, only for a blade to appear between them before he could finish closing.