Genetic Ascension

BANG!

Sylas shattered the body of another echo with a fist. This was already the third enemy he had faced, but he was already beginning to feel that he needed a different approach.

He couldn’t just randomly wander about. There was no telling if they would find Megean before he did or not. Plus, whether it was Megean or the Noble Demons, their understanding of this Golden Battlefield was beyond his own.

Sylas had thought about interrogating one of the Noble Demons, but he thought better of it. His strength was the main problem.

Sylas was powerful enough to deal with these Demons based on his combat effectiveness and clever use of his various Skills and methods. If he wanted to interrogate these Demons—not to mention the fact their fear of death couldn’t be weaponized the same way Sylas was used to on his own side of the world—he would need more raw strength than he had.

He could have used Compelling Gaze on Ansla, but she was only from the Barbed Chain Gang and couldn’t possibly have had the necessary information in the quantity and detail Sylas needed. They hadn’t even been told of the Golden Champion until the Duke decided to announce it.

The easiest method would have definitely been the Blazara, but then they all decided to kill themselves.

Plus, even if he had had the Blazara on his side, they definitely didn’t know as much as the Sanguara did. There seemed to be a clear tier divide between them that couldn’t be denied.

Sylas hesitated, his frown deepening.

*’It’s starting to get to me a bit.’*

He stopped moving. Looking at the world of fog around him, he exhaled a breath. There was definitely something odd about this fog.