Genetic Ascension

[Bonus thanks to Dignifiedabyss <3]

Sylas flowed one combination into the next, a savagery and relentlessness coming through his arms and legs, even as a deathly stillness radiated from his eyes.

He had to keep Voryx close, not wanting him to get too far away. He wasn’t yet used to using Mixed Demonic Arts as a replacement for his senses, trusting his Comprehension to move and shift his body in ways it had never moved before.

But as he did so, he could almost feel that Demonic side of him growing more feverish, more devilish. His canines lengthened, his claws grew sharper, his hair increased in volume as he danced through the wind of the void he had been trapped within.

The suppression of the Dungeon came harder, swifter this time, but Sylas reacted once again, swapping out his Scorpion Warlord Armor for its 88% version, leaping over 87% to account for the cheating of the Dungeon seamlessly.

He no longer expected things to be fair; he no longer cared for them to be. It didn’t matter what the challenge was, what the obstacle he faced was, there was only one way—

Sylas’ eyes sharpened, his gaze blazing.

’I haven’t forgotten about you at all.’

There were two reasons Sylas hadn’t killed Voryx yet. The first was because he couldn’t guarantee a death until he understood the true limits of this Dungeon. It had already proven that it was willing to bend its own rules now because Sylas had outright broken them.

The second reason was Jala.

Sylas had seen Jala looking particularly listless. Even after the battles, he showed no signs of recovery, as though he had completely lost any and all will to battle.