Genetic Ascension

Chapter 828 Control

Chapter 828 Control

The light in Sylas' eyes almost bordered on madness. It wasn't that he looked manic; his face was still the picture of sharp calmness. But all his insanity was buried deep within his eyes, almost as though he was hypnotizing even himself to believe in his current thoughts.

There was a dense Demonic Will stirring within his chest.

After being suppressed once by him not long ago, it came back with an even more furious vengeance now, pulsing through his body in dense tendrils of darkness that ebbed and flowed with the very same cadence as his blood.

It wasn't a System Oath, and yet it felt no less potent. He wasn't going to let Cassarae die, not like this.

He was already weak enough to land himself in such a situation to begin with. All he had to do was win — just winning would have been enough. But not only did he lose, he lost consciousness in enemy territory.

It was because of his own incompetence that he ended up in this situation.

And now, because of that very same incompetence, Cassarae had ended up triggering a Gold Leg to a Quest that could have had a much easier target, and by extension, it would require a Legendary Leg that was even more substantial on top of that.

All because of him.

He had always thought himself to be capable, to be strong, to be disciplined. But he found himself failing again and again in this world.

The rules he was used to, the order, the rigid structure of things... it wasn't there anymore.

Or maybe it was there, but his vantage point was no longer high enough to see through it all, nor was there a strong enough facade to maintain the guardrails that he could use.

The only way to change things, the only way that he could go back to the Sylas he wanted to be — the Sylas who didn't stand at the top of the world purely because of personal choice and no other reason...

He had to grow stronger.

He had to Be Strong.

But... there was something that he could control. Something that he was capable of asserting his dominance over.

The last thing Sylas wanted was to be comforted and coddled. Or rather, even if you were going to do so... it was important you knew how to do it.

It had been a long while since Cassarae spent her every waking moment with Sylas, so much so that she had almost forgotten how to do it.

But at the most critical moment, she had.

It wasn't exactly how she would do it in the past. But, she had a feeling that this would be even more effective. And she also felt that she might enjoy this more than any of the others.

Her legs opened, her thighs pressing against Sylas' hips.

For a long while, Sylas looked at her, the darkness in his eyes swirling.

She had seen this gaze before. That day, on his 17th birthday, he had looked at her with the same pair of eyes. But back then... he had suppressed it.

This time...

He didn't.

Sylas' armor flew off of him, leaving a hulking mass of man looming over her.

Cassarae half expected to find herself pierced through again and braced herself for impact, but that was most certainly not what happened.

Instead, it felt like she had begun to take a small, peaceful trek up a hill, until that hill became a series of wild peaks and valleys, her heart lurching to every change.

She completely forgot the details of what happened that day, because by the time Sylas actually penetrated her, her eyes had practically permanently rolled to the back of her head.

Then, she received the pounding she had been daydreaming about for so long.

Her screams would have leveled Castle Main had it not been for the barrier she smartly put up ahead of time.