My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 703: Saleos Emberlord

Saleos remained the sole focus of my attention.

His Essence continued to churn, even within the confines of frozen space and decelerated time.

It moved sluggishly, attempting to defy the very laws I had imposed.

The Fire law intensified around Saleos, radiating heat that bled into the void and distorted the space at the periphery of my influence. Despite the temporal slowdown and spatial lock, his Essence refused to remain stagnant. It surged and pressed, testing every constraint I had placed upon him.

Our gazes locked. In that brief moment, any pretense vanished. He was actively fighting back.

The rhythmic ticking in my ears grew more pronounced.

I acted without a second of delay.

With a surge of will, I commanded the door to shift. Space buckled violently as I initiated the first jump. The landscape of the battlefield was torn away as I forcibly relocated all five of us before Saleos could shatter his invisible chains.

We materialized directly above the core layer. The strain on my mind peaked the instant we arrived. Managing the transition required me to divide my concentration, causing my grip to falter for a mere heartbeat—a window Saleos exploited immediately. His combat instincts were peerless; he lunged the second my control wavered.

His domain erupted outward.

Space shuddered as Fire law detonated around him, the flare of heat so intense it warped the surrounding air. Simultaneously, Phegor’s wooden cocoon began to vibrate. The shadow layers hairline-fractured as something from within hammered against the interior, sending tremors through the reinforced wood.

The clock’s ticking intensified.

The door groaned under the pressure.

I could feel it straining as both demons revolted against its power.

I forced the portal open further.

Just a fraction more.

The sound of the clock deepened into a heavy, resonant thrum that pressed against my skull. Time grew viscous once more, slowing everything down enough to prevent their escape.

A sharp pain lanced behind my eyes.

"Knight," I barked.

He manifested before Saleos in an instant, his frame trembling from the effort as he unleashed his shadows. They lashed out like sentient chains, sinking their teeth into the demon. Shadow and law clashed violently as Knight exerted his sheer will to compress the demon’s domain back inward.

’His domain is pushing back,’ Knight’s voice resonated in my mind, tight with exertion.

I gave a sharp nod and delved deeper into my power.

I began to sever the Essence flow sustaining Saleos’s domain—not entirely, but enough to make a difference. The flames flickered and dimmed. The overwhelming pressure subsided just enough for Knight’s shadows to fully envelop him.

Knight offered a curt nod.

That was the cue I needed.

I activated the second jump.

Space was rent asunder as we were pulled through the gap, reappearing in the transition zone between the core and the second layer.

Saleos struck the moment we landed.

He had been anticipating that exact moment of vulnerability.

The shadow cocoon was blown apart as he liberated himself, fire erupting along his horns while his eyes glowed with a murderous crimson light. Essence swirled around him in a focused, violent cyclone. A miniature, spinning orb of fire—no larger than a fingernail—manifested in front of his chest.

I could sense the danger. It was the beginning of a full law construct. It was incredibly dense; if that thing detonated, all my progress would be wiped out instantly.

A chill ran down my spine.

The power contained in that small sphere was catastrophic.

I immediately redirected the door’s influence, funneling the temporal distortion toward the rotating orb. The construct fought the interference, but then it began to disintegrate. Its spinning slowed and the structure imploded as the pressure shredded it.

Saleos noticed the failure.

His jaw tightened in frustration.

Between his horns, a new sphere started to take shape.

This one was smaller and more refined.

Despite the situation, I felt a flicker of respect.

This demon was both persistent and lethal.

That was precisely why I met his resolve with my own absolute force.

"[Essence Rebellion]," I whispered.

The impact was instantaneous.

Saleos’s internal Essence became chaotic. The flows inverted and crashed into one another in a violent mess. His body shook as his control broke for a split second—all the time I needed.

I pushed forward.

With everything I had.

The door swung open another inch.

In this moment, I discarded the restraints that allowed Lyrate and Knight to move freely. I chose absolute Authority over safety. Time and space froze into a solid block, paralyzing everyone in the vicinity except for me.

The door vibrated with violent intensity.

Warm, thick blood began to leak from my right eye.

My sight grew hazy.

Yet, I did not let go.

With a final, desperate surge, I forced Saleos into total stasis. His Essence was locked tight. His domain was crushed. The fire around him froze like a shattered monument.

Then, I made the final jump.

The world realigned around us.

Chilly air hit us, surrounded by reinforced stone walls.

A sealed chamber.

The door thudded shut as I deactivated the construct. The Oblivion Cube faded away, its internal ticking returning to a calm, rhythmic pace.

We were inside. Saleos was finally our prisoner.

I wiped the trail of blood from my face. Behind me, Knight exhaled slowly, releasing the massive tension he had been carrying.

I reached into the Dawn Core and removed the limiters I had set. Torrents of energy flooded back into the generator core like a river through a broken dam. The crushing weight on my chest vanished, though a dull throb persisted in my head.

"So," I said, maintaining a steady tone, "what was the total time?"

"Just over two seconds," Knight answered.

"Was it three?" I checked again.

"No," he replied firmly.

"Excellent," I whispered.

In roughly two seconds, we had traveled from the void to the second layer and into this secure hall. The reality of the feat felt almost impossible. Taking a deep breath despite the pulsing ache in my skull, I turned my gaze toward Saleos.

He stood motionless in the center of the hall, his eyes fixed on me like a sharpened blade. Nearby, the wooden prison holding Phegor twitched. Lyrate kept a hand on it, calmly reinforcing the law-infused wood as internal vibrations rippled through it.

I stepped toward him with a smile.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Commander Saleos. Your reputation precedes you."

He stared at me for a long, tense moment before speaking.

"I have no patience for games," he stated icily. "A battlefield requires my presence. I want the truth. Where is Dravon? And where have you taken me?"

As he spoke, his aura began to swell, heat radiating outward as he prepared for a confrontation.