Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Exhilirating

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Luckily, he already found what he was looking for.

A pair of dazed militiamen stood in the distance, seemingly both having snapped out of Sylas' Madness and realized they were lost.

Unfortunately for them, that didn't last long, as Sylas' Madness enveloped them again. This time, they fell into it even quicker and their eyes turned a blazing sheen of red.

They looked around like wild animals.

Sylas' back smashed into a tree, just barely out of the eyesight of the militiamen, and all they saw was a torrent of infuriated gnolls.

The three quickly closed the distance on Sylas, but the roar of the militiamen came as well.

The gnolls looked to be completely focused on Sylas, but at that moment, the latter's second dagger appeared out from the Madness Key and pierced one right through the brows down to the very hilt.

The stricken?gnoll's eyes dimmed, and it collapsed, tripping up and slowing the forward momentum of the other two just as the militiamen rounded the tree.

The two were suddenly embroiled in battle and the gnolls forgot Sylas' existence. Sylas, though, didn't forget theirs. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

His telekinesis ripped the dagger out from the forehead of their dead companion and he took the opportunity of their distraction to rip out the throat of one, circling the dagger back around to stab in the back of the head of the second.

He retracted his Madness then broke into a sprint. If he died under the assault of the two militiamen, it would probably be the greatest joke he'd never get to tell.

Luckily, the militiamen looked around in rage, not understanding why their opponents had suddenly vanished. Then they looked toward one another, suddenly finding the other annoying.

It was then that Sylas' Madness vanished and confusion lit their faces again.

Sylas' breath came out in heaving gasps. His body ached, his mind felt drained, but his eyes shone like two bright gems.

Pulling himself out from near death felt so…

Exhilarating.

Sylas put his hands on his knees, his breathing sounding like a roaring engine in his ears. His lungs were practically screaming for a break and he felt his vision was blurring. It was the kind of fatigue that made a person want to keel over and vomit, only after ripping their lungs out so that the burning would go away.

Using Sudden Burst to the limit had already brought him over that edge, but then he used <Madness Control> for so long afterward, pulling out every hint of potential he had remaining. It was like he had been in a full sprint for almost a quarter hour.

He thought about those corpses he had left behind and felt no small amount of lament. Did he have time to go and get them? Was it safe to? Was there another ambush?

Sylas didn't choose to make a foolish mistake.

He turned back and saw the militiamen in a daze, directly snatched the reward orbs of the three dead gnolls, then raised his voice.