Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 125

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A village couldn't run without money, and they certainly couldn't make more in this situation.",

So when Gregory called her, she didn't even register it for a full five seconds.

"Oh, right. Yes, come in," she called.

Gregory walked in and bowed. Cassarae had gotten tired of telling him not to do that, and just acquiesced.

"Miss Olivia has reported that Sir Sylas has appeared."

Cassarae suddenly stood up straighter. "… No, this is bad."

Her immediate reaction was to let him in, but it took time to deploy the barrier. In those seconds, it would be a simple matter for them to break in.

She grit her teeth. This was a problem that wouldn't just disappear the moment the Trial ended, anyway. Shouldn't they go all out in an attempt to stop it?

"Take the barrier down," Cassarae suddenly said.

Gregory frowned. "City Lady… this…"

"Take it down. Now."

Cassarae grabbed her long sword, sheathed and leaning against her desk. Gripping its sheath tightly, she took long steps toward the door, ready to take action herself.

Gregory hurriedly followed after, trying to make a last-ditch attempt to change her mind, but…

"That's enough!" Cassarae snapped, barely holding back the curses threatening to roll from her tongue. "Call the militiamen and adventurers. Prepare the villagers for retreat. We move now."

Cassarae's steps became even faster as she descended to the first floor of her cabin and opened the door with a snap.

Quickly, she closed the distance toward a barrier of light guarded by two militiamen and stepped by them after receiving a nod from both. She clenched her jaw and interfaced with the window, shutting it all down.

…

Sylas felt like flash bangs of color were erupting in his mind. The night felt so bright and illuminated that it was almost as though the sun hadn't set at all.

In his vision, the arc of the sword reflected not just where it was, but also where it had been and where it was going.

He activated <Maddened Enlightenment> and <Madness Control> at the same time and the world seemed to slow even further.

He side-stepped the swing of the sword, but it arched back up instantaneously, aiming for the fragile flesh of his legs defended by little more than his fluttering loose pants.

<Solidify>.

Sylas didn't retreat like the swordsman expected. Instead, a barrier appeared right at his feet and a punch shattered a head into a rain of sparkling crimson.