My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 693: Inside The Zone

Dravon’s vessel veered away from the formation, beginning its descent toward the third layer. Seen from afar, it resembled a drifting chain of shattered islands held together by sheer power. The true scale only became apparent as we approached. This wasn't merely a station or a platform; it was a cluster of colossal stone fragments, each large enough to house entire cities, anchored firmly by dense bands of Essence and reinforced laws.

Architectural structures emerged directly from the rock, stacked as if they had been sculpted from the stone itself. Luminous streams of Essence flowed openly between the fragments, creating glowing pathways through the void that served as roads for cargo carriers, troop transports, and ships.

We pulled into a berth at one of the outer platforms. A heavy vibration shuddered through the hull upon docking, though it was quickly dampened by stabilizing fields. When the hatch hissed open, I pulled my cloak tight and adjusted my hood. My companions followed suit, one after another, until every face was lost in shadow. Only Dravon and Mazikeen remained visible.

The roar of the environment struck me the moment we disembarked.

Distant detonations rumbled through the vacuum like slow, rolling thunder. Further ahead, the rhythmic pulse of discharging weaponry echoed as Essence flared and snapped against absorbing shields. Despite the protective layers of law, the presence of the battlefield was undeniable.

Ascending from the docking bay, we trailed behind Dravon and Mazikeen. Below our position, long queues of cargo ships moved steadily, transporting weapon crates, medical supplies, and salvaged hull plating. Battered ships limped toward the inner sectors, their flickering shields barely holding as repair teams swarmed their damaged exteriors.

The radiance of the rift dominated the horizon.

It hung far ahead, positioned beyond the empty expanse where the war raged, resembling a twisted sun suspended in the dark.

Light seemed to tear apart as colors bled and folded into one another. Even at this distance, I could sense it grinding against the surrounding laws, pulling and tugging with a restless, relentless force.

The magnitude of this war zone was staggering. This entire territory didn't just dwarf the capital of Armus; it made the city seem utterly trivial. Hundreds of floating platforms and thousands of vessels were manned by tens of thousands of lives in a constant cycle, all dedicated to preventing that rift from advancing a single step further.

Approaching a cluster of joined structures, Dravon slowed and steered toward a massive rock fragment. "My residence is located here," he remarked. "From this point forward, the sights and sounds will only grow more intense. Familiarize yourself with it."

We touched down on the platform as the rift's faint glow shimmered off every available surface.

The building Dravon guided us toward was hardly a home.

It was carved into a gargantuan piece of dark stone, one of the many anchored rocks comprising the third defensive perimeter.

From the exterior, it appeared more like a fortified bunker than a residence—low-profile, angular, and reinforced at every angle. Thick veins of Essence pulsed across its surface, absorbing the chaotic fluctuations of the nearby battlefield. There were no banners, no decorative flourishes, and no attempts at comfort or prestige. Its existence was defined by pure utility.

The interior was exactly as I had anticipated.

A single level. Three rooms.

The primary hall served as a strategy space, featuring a reinforced table bolted directly into the rock. The kitchen was small and practical, filled with preserved rations. In the bedroom, there was nothing but a stone resting slab and storage units integrated into the walls.

There were no windows. Only narrow vents provided air circulation without leaving the interior vulnerable.

"This facility wasn't designed for living," Dravon stated bluntly. "It was built for survival."

He turned his gaze toward me. "Shall we begin our talk now?"

I shook my head. "Grant us an hour."

Dravon hesitated, searching my expression for a second before nodding. "Very well. I will return in one hour."

He turned and departed without another word, Mazikeen trailing in his wake.

As the door hissed shut, the thunder of the battlefield was reduced to a faint, muffled drone. The stone walls soaked up the noise, leaving only a subtle vibration that felt like a rhythmic heartbeat.

’So, did you spot them?’ Aurora’s calm voice resonated in my mind.

’Naturally,’ I answered immediately. ’They have trailed us since we passed through the veil.’

There were three of them.

They were Transcendent demons, disciplined and stealthy, masking their presence well enough to elude an average Transcendent's senses. Even now, they had taken up positions around the bunker, fanning out in three separate directions.

The most powerful individual was approximately level 370.

That fact alone was revealing.

Commander Saleos was not a man of negligence. He was cautious, perhaps even paranoid. In a theater of war like this, such a trait was an asset.

’What is your plan?’ Aurora inquired.

’For the time being,’ I communicated, ’all of you must act naturally. Sit in the hall. Avoid tension or sudden movements.’

The group responded instantly.

"Fine," Primus announced, playing his part perfectly. "I'm going to meditate for a bit. See that I'm not disturbed."

He walked to a corner of the hall and sat down, his posture appearing entirely at ease.

"I'll do the same," North added softly. She leaned her back against the reinforced stone in another corner, shutting her eyes as if entering a light state of meditation.

Steve gave his arms a stretch. "I'm going to check out the bath," he said with a casual air, already walking away. "If we're stuck here for an hour, I might as well use it."

I offered no comment, simply nodding as I headed toward the lone bedroom.

Once inside, I shut the door and allowed the silence to wrap around me.

Then, I activated Right to Insight.

The environment sharpened instantly.

The walls seemed to thin in my vision as layers of stone and law-bound Essence became transparent to my perception. Outside, the three demons were rendered in sharp focus. I could see their breathing, their Essence circulation, and the methods they used to hide while maintaining their watch.

They were observers. I sat on the edge of the stone bed, remaining composed. It was time to investigate this region on my own terms.