Chapter 616: Focus [Bonus]

Chapter 616: Focus [Bonus]



Sylas gave Alex a look, and they both shot forward at the same time. Somewhat to his surprise, Cole followed right after them. He could sense a great deal of resonance between him and his wife before his physical stats took a large leap upward.

Together, the three formed an aerodynamic line rushing for the Eastern Gate.

...

The gate was swarmed. Trolls and Golems as tall as the city walls formed the helm at the breach, while Rotten Wolves and Liches formed the bulk of the force.

The scent of death hung heavily in the air, and every time a Troll swung its club or a Golem unhooked their jaw, unleashing a beam that assaulted the city walls, it was as though they were witnessing the end of the world.

This world was such an otherwise beautiful place. The skies were blue, and the grass was green. However, what should have been a gorgeous scenery was marred by the battle.

The once green grass was torn up and twisted by the marching army, the forest that had once been in the distance was cut down for lumber and material in an attempt to build more siege weapons for both sides, and even the blue skies were being quickly darkened by a fog of death and the scent of blood.

[Common Liche]

[Level: 32]

[Common Liche]

[Level: 32]

[Rotten Wolf]

[Level: 37]

[Rotten Wolf]

[Level: 36]

[Fortress Troll]

[Level: 30]

[Fortress Troll]

[Level: 32]

[Berserk Golem]

[Level: 33]

[Berserk Golem]

Sylas' Aether had always been immature because he was still Level o. As such, he didn't maximize his skills the way he should be able to, and he could only trigger weaker Aether to act on his behalf.

That only changed after he gained Rune Mastery and began to take control of Skills after the

fact personally.

When he did that, his skills finally began to display a might worthy of them. But in the end, his Runes still lacked the powerful Aether they would need to make their presences known.

But in this world, as the Mature Aether of existences dozens of Levels above him surged toward him, granted to him by a mysterious power...

This Aether finally listened.

Sylas immediately took advantage, his Will pouring into this surrounding Mature Aether and

taking it for himself.

<Surfing Frost> surged, and Sylas' body seemed to blink across its slippery surface. In what

felt like a single instant, he had already crossed over 20 meters, appearing before a Troll raising its club high into the air.

Sylas' gaze flashed.

Aetherflow.

<Focus Punch>.

BANG!

The air exploded, and a ring of broken Aether and wind spiraled in all directions as a fist ten

times as large as Sylas' own erupted from his punch.

A hole was blasted right through the body of the Troll, and a rain of gore poured down,

drenching the battlefield.

In that instant, Sylas had already used up all of his Mature Aether, but in the very same split moment, another, even larger wave surged toward him.

Sylas spread out his arms, his hair whipping in the air as he stood on a platform of ice high in

the skies.

Dozens of Ice Bolts took shape, fueled by 70 Foundation Runes, with Mature Aether shaking

the skies.