Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Tideborn and Stormveil

The humanoid before him had blue skin. It wasn't skin that emitted a blue light like with the Sylphs, but rather truly blue skin. It wasn't a fierce color, and it was a bit muted almost to the point of being grey. This made it look more natural than not, but the rest of this individual's build was almost too obviously alien.

He had sharpened, almost elven-like ears, there was a reflective scale on his forehead, and a few more smaller versions on his cheek. He was a bit lanky, but he still stood easily over a head and a half taller than Sylas, putting him at easily over seven feet tall.

But what was odder than all of that was...

[Nerion Tideborn (FFF+)]

[Level: 5] _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

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[Physical: 677]

>[Strength: 722]

>[Constitution: 773]

>[Dexterity: 607]

>[Speed: 605]

[Mental: 833]

>[Intelligence: 1384]

>[Wisdom: 222]

>[Charisma: 893]

[Will: 732]

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Sylas could actually read its stats. This was the first time since he had entered this Dungeon that he could actually read the stats of an opponent. 'Level 5...?'

Soon afterward, though, he didn't get much time to think about it. The harsh winds hit him in waves and suddenly he felt like he was right back on those stairs. The harsh climate buffeted against his body, lashing out in wave after endless wave.

Sylas took a breath, his telekinesis forming a barrier around him that pressed it all down. The air around him seemed to warm as his gaze sharpened. After his Will evolved, his telekinesis had become more malleable, almost like Aether in that sense. Rather than having to focus on enveloping a target in his Will, he could practically pick a target and have it act on it.

In the past, he couldn't envelop his body like this without a lot of focus and control, so he ended up guiding it with fists and kicks instead. But now, he could pick his entire body as a target and it felt almost... natural.

There was a drawback, however. And that was that it took up a lot more of Wisdom. By now, he could split his mind to over a dozen targets with ease. But when he was in this state, he could no longer split his mind so many ways. It felt like he was back to square one, only able to split his mind three ways, four if he truly strained himself.