Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2342

Xiburn raised an eyebrow at Vaelith's warning, a smirk slowly pulling at one side of his mouth as he studied her profile. It seemed she really did hold this Sylas Grimblade in unusually high regard, but considering everything they had learned over the past several days, Xiburn couldn't fault her too much for it.

By now, there were very few among the upper echelons who didn't suspect that Sylas was the reason the Heavens Clash had erupted in the first place, which left Xiburn wondering exactly how one man had managed to infuriate a God to this extent and somehow still be alive.

"Maybe he isn't here because he's already dead."

Vaelith's expression remained calm as the unfinished bridge between Heavens flickered below them, countless battles already raging along its unstable stretches.

"If he were dead, the Ancestor of Creation position would have been vacated."

Xiburn chuckled and leaned against the railing beside her. "Or perhaps the God responsible is keeping the position occupied because it benefits him. Opportunities to steal Karma from an entire Heaven don't appear often, and if he's already manipulating the system this much, why stop there?"

Vaelith's eyes narrowed slightly, though she didn't bother arguing further because the possibility couldn't be dismissed. The stronger the Clans and individuals involved became, the more fragile the impotent system seemed to manipulation, its rules becoming less like immovable laws and more like restrictions that could be bent if one possessed enough influence.

The fact Vaelith herself stood here despite technically being B-tier was already proof enough of that.

Xiburn pushed away from the railing and stepped onto the warship's banister, his dark hair lifting beneath the violent winds rushing up from the half-formed bridge.

He raised one hand, and a massive halberd appeared within his grasp, its long shaft covered in old markings while the broad blade carried enough weight that the entire front of the warship suddenly dipped.

Crew members stumbled as the vessel groaned beneath the unexpected pressure, its stabilizing Runes flashing to compensate.

Vaelith frowned and turned toward him, but Xiburn had already bent his knees.

The deck exploded beneath his feet as he launched himself forward, the warship pitching backward before its formations caught it and forced it level again. Xiburn dropped toward the battlefield with his wings opening behind him, halberd resting casually across one shoulder while his laughter rolled back through the air.

"Don't worry, ice princess. I'll bring his head back for you so you can stop wasting time."

Vaelith watched him disappear into the chaos without answering.

**

Kaeloth Vaelryn stood near the edge of another warship, his arms folded as he stared toward the incomplete bridge ahead. Beside him stood his younger brother Kairen, the same man whose attempted marriage to Elara Grimblade had ended in humiliation, though neither brother seemed particularly interested in discussing that matter now.

Their attention remained fixed on the endless streams of warriors crossing into the battlefield.

"He still hasn't appeared," Kairen muttered.

Kaeloth's third eye slit tightened. "I noticed."

"Maybe he really is dead."

"He's not."

The voice came from behind them, and both brothers turned as Wrenlow approached, his pink hair stirring gently despite the violent currents surrounding the ship. He looked almost perfectly human at first glance, but the small pink wings extending from his ankles marked a bloodline that neither Vaelryn brother would ever mistake for ordinary.

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