Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1600 Lucar

064 Sanctum.

The scent of blood hung in the air, bat wings filling the skies as one Demon after another was completely devoured.

A youth sat on a rock, ripping meat off the bicep of a black Demon arm as though it were well-cooked chicken. Blood colored in hues of violet and bubbling with heat drizzled down his chin, but he looked ahead as though it didnʼt bother him in the slightest.

A secondary eyelid snapped closed then opened again, smoothing out the dryness of his amber eyes. He didnʼt seem to have any whites at all, his pupils bouncing rapidly between constricted and wide as though he were scanning objects both close and far away.

He spat to the side, a subtle wrinkle on his forehead wiggling about before sealing completely as though it had never been there at all.

”Weʼll have to show more of our strength soon, Lucar, otherwise weʼll lose too much.”

A man of similar looks and relatively similar aura appeared by the young manʼs side. Before he could reply, though, a young woman with skin almost a sickly shade of white appeared, drawing a long white tongue along Lucarʼs chin, happily wiping away the blood he seemed to be wasting.

Lucar didnʼt react to this at all, as though he didnʼt feel her presence.

”That ant Byahmad is the one who caused all of this. It makes my skin crawl when people look down on me,” Lucar said coldly, his voice sounding akin to metal grinding against metal.

”Heʼll be dealt with soon enough by the family. But he has managed to do us a service-finding Israealʼs killers.”

Lucar didnʼt reply. The doubt was clear in his eyes. It was obvious he didnʼt believe that the Ossarans were responsible for things. It was too convenient.

”What Brother really wants us to do is find the one who killed his fiancée, though,” the girl said with a giggle. ”I think he really liked that big chest of hers-”

She was about to say more before she was cut off by a look from Lucar.

”Keep your words to yourself. There are prying ears everywhere here. If word makes it back to First Brother and he decides to take your head, even Mother and Father wonʼt say anything about it.”

The girl pouted.

”Princes and Princess, weʼve found them.”

All three of their gazes sharpened at once.

It seemed theyʼd found the tail of the Ossarans. It was time to wipe them out, in that case.

”However, weʼve been found.”

Lucarʼs steps paused. ”What do you mean by this? Are you incompetent?”

The scout hurriedly stumbled over his words to explain. ”Apologies, young prince. But the Ossarans seem to have the support of the Sona.”

Lucarʼs pupils constricted into pinholes.

The Sona...

The Kaelthar were ranked near the bottom of the Mortal Thryskai, but it could be said that they were generally about as powerful as the bottom four. It was the top three of them that had the best chance of claiming the Demi- Godhood slot, though.

The Purvon, the Sona, and the Buri.

The Ossarans would have been annoying and difficult enough to deal with, especially with their Bloom Wrath Gene Talent. But the Sona were on a completely different level.

In name, they were only a B+ Race. In action, they might as well have been a true A-Grade Race.

”I donʼt fear the Sona.” The girl grinned. ”If we take out a few of their own while theyʼre unsuspecting-”

The other young Thryskai poked a finger at the side of his sisterʼs head.

”Theyʼre not unsuspecting. Donʼt you listen?”

The girl pouted again and then fell into silence.

”They are trying to evolve,” Lucar suddenly said.

His siblings narrowed their eyes, not understanding his line of logic, but he didnʼt have the time or care to explain.

Israeal had been the First Born of this generation. Lucar was the Second Born, so he didnʼt receive nearly as much attention. However, he felt that he was far smarter than his elder brother.

And not only was he far smarter-he wouldnʼt be suppressed by the galaxy like Israeal had been.

”Are we going to attack, Lucar?”

”No.” Lucar turned to look in a certain direction. ”This is not a battle we can win. If the Sona thought to appear here, it means that they have a plan beyond this scope. They probably want to help the Ossarans elevate their rank to receive something specific. This is their only chance to do so before the battle for Demi-God is settled, so they will not accept the possibility of failure. Even if they donʼt send their very best, it will be close.”

”Then what do we do? Cruise?”

”No. We just direct their ire elsewhere. I have my suspicions about whether the Ossarans are really to blame.”

”Isnʼt it more likely that they are, since the Sona are involved?” his sister asked with a frown.

Lucar shook his head.

On the surface, this seemed to make sense, but what his family didnʼt seem to have enough of a grasp on was the simple truth that... The Sona didnʼt care nearly enough about them to do this.

While there was an argument to be made that had Israeal succeeded, having a Galaxy Progenitor on their side might have turned the tides, the Sona had no way of finding out and acting on it as quickly as they did.

In that case, the one responsible was almost certainly someone of the 073 Sanctum, or why else would they feel the need to frame someone else for the crime?

The best lies were rooted in truth. All Lucar had to do was trigger something within the Ossarans.

What was that young manʼs name again? Sylas Grimblade, right?

He was far more powerful than he should be-powerful enough that it made Lucar very wary.

He was also apparently a Primus Imperium, according to their Kaelthar Clanʼs understanding.

He wondered whether such a person could give the Sona a real fight.

Depending on how the situation went, he just might be able to take advantage.