One after another, Sylas pressed the Silver Genes into himself. Lost in the intoxication of it all, he forgot about everything around him.
Sylas had rarely gotten the chance to integrate with Silver Genes before this. To feel the simplicity of the basic foundational Genes, and yet to also feel their underlying complexities at the same time made him experience true inadequacy.
He had thought that his control over his body had already reached the absolute limits of what was possible. He had a hard time fathoming how his control could get more perfect.
He had already learned how to use his tendons like whips long ago, and he had only grown more proficient with it. When it came to the efficiency of his muscles, their fluidity of movement, how he shifted his weight in one way for attack and another for defense…
