Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Mirror

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Every single one of those arrows was reflected in Sylas' visualization. They moved as swiftly as the wind, but with his current Mental capacity, they might as well have been moving in slow motion. His mind separated into 15 different pieces, acting swiftly. With just a single touch, they deviated the arrows off of their current trajectory, causing them to slam into one another.

With just a single move, they clanged in the skies, shifting to the sides of one another and being unable to maintain their flight. The arrows spun out of control and crashed to the ground, but Sylas didn't even send another glance toward them. Instead, his mind had already moved, and he activated <Mirror Step>.

[Your understanding of <Mirror Step> has deepened]

[<Mirror Step> has reached Gold Mastery]

[Mirror Step (FF-) (Skill)]

[Illusive and hard to grasp, you move like the fleeting clouds and your actions are a mystery to all but yourself]

[Create <10> mirror images of yourself for 1 Aether Unit]

Sylas summoned 10 clones at the same time and controlled them all at once. Each one was identical to the next, even down to the blood flowing down from them. It was like he had perfectly copied and pasted himself ten times over. Then, eleven of him split off into different directions while three continued to kneel on the ground.

A heart-pounding pain was ripping its way through Sylas' body, but it only seemed to focus him. His mind was like a hot piece of steel, a forging hammer falling onto it again and again, with the raging heat coming from his heart itself.

A second volley of arrows came, but this time they were far more scattered. It was clear that the group didn't know which clone to target, and without getting closer, it was likely impossible for them to ever know.

Even the Arctic Emperor Cobra didn't seem to know which one was the real Sylas. Its eyes darted from side to side, and by the time it was going to just pick one, they came to a stop, forming a perfect circle around the cobra.

For a moment, the Arctic Emperor Cobra shuddered. Obviously, it hadn't been exposed just yet that these were just mirror images with no fighting power of their own. In the eyes of the cobra, they were all threats, and because the arrows never touched them, even the humans in the distance hadn't realized this yet.

What they didn't know was that Sylas had no choice but to do this because he couldn't control these clones outside the range of his manifestation. This was the only path.

'That thing is clearly trying to find time to replenish its Aether. It foolishly used it all up. If I don't kill it now, I'll probably never get a chance.'

The problem was that Sylas' own Aether was also running low. He had less than 20% left, and that was despite the Basilisk King giving him a huge boost. That barrage of attacks he had levied had taken a lot out of him. Every fist of Aetherflow he formed was like a skill on its own, but who would have thought that he would be interrupted by his own kind just when he was showing signs of taking the beast down?

That fury bubbled up within him again.