Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2337

They said the eyes were the windows to the soul, the path to the heart.

In practice, that wasn't far from the truth. Of all the ways Sylas could exert his Will upon the world, his gaze remained one of the most direct. When he looked at something with intent, there was far less distance between thought and influence, between the Will within him and the reality outside.

The problem was that his eyes were also one of the weakest links in that chain. They were fragile, far more fragile than the sort of pressure Sylas increasingly wanted to push through them. There was a reason his Charisma only reached its true expression when he entered his Demonic Form.

In that state, his entire body became countless times more durable, and his eyes strengthened alongside everything else.

Charisma measured how efficiently Will could influence the world, but efficiency didn't matter if the vessel carrying that influence broke first. No matter how vast his Will became, there would always be things his eyes simply couldn't endure in their current state.

That was where Fate became interesting.

Sylas had no interest in Fate as some mystical force deciding what would or wouldn't happen. The way he understood it now was far more straightforward. Fate was a method of reading Will and Charisma, not just from a single person, but from everything interacting around them.

Sarethvane specialized in Dead Will, remnants whose meanings had already solidified because the life that once shaped them was gone. Iskaleth sat on the opposite side. She had an affinity for Living Will, for the shifting intentions and interpretations that continued to move while a person was alive.

That was why the two of them worked so naturally together, one capable of reading what had settled and the other capable of reading what still changed.

But Fate wasn't only that. There was Spacetime beneath it.

A person's Will didn't exist in isolation, nor did their Charisma push into a world that remained still. Paths diverged and intersected across both space and time, one decision altering another, one Will crossing paths with another somewhere far away or far ahead. Reading Fate meant reading those interactions as they changed, following the shape of countless possibilities as they formed and collapsed.

The Fate Dragon represented the same principle taken to an entirely different level.

In its most complete form, it existed for one purpose: accumulate enough Will and Charisma that its existence could supersede the concept of a True Dragon across all of Spacetime.

Sylas' gaze sharpened. That also explained Iskaleth.

There had never been some mysterious father hidden in her bloodline, some absurd existence her mother happened to forget among all the others. The answer was simpler.

Iskaleth had been born with an innate affinity for Spacetime. The same sort Sylas possessed.

That affinity had triggered a mutation in her eyes, leaving her blind to ordinary sight. The mutation weakened the distinction between her Will, the Mesh of Reality, and the fabric of the world around her, making her eyes unusually receptive to things they should never have been able to touch so directly.

Then the Fate Dragon brushed against her.

Her Serpentes lineage, her natural Spacetime affinity, and one stroke of Fate aligned closely enough that the Fate Dragon recognized her as something compatible, almost like a natural vessel. Its influence caused another mutation, and from there Iskaleth developed an instinctive comprehension of Living Will that most could never approach.

Sylas looked toward the golden path stretching into the distance. There was another implication.

The Fate Dragon hadn't been tied to this world.

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