My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 717: Reaction

Working in total silence, I established a pocket space before advancing to create another, positioning them with precision like concealed anchors along my route. Once everything was set to my satisfaction, I executed a final leap and touched down upon the second layer itself.

The atmosphere shifted the instant I arrived.

This layer was not designed for recovery or logistics like the demon fortifications. Instead, it was swarming with phantoms and abominations, packed in restless, dense clusters. There were no living quarters or structures meant for breathing beings here. Every element of this place existed for a singular purpose: to delay, corrupt, and slaughter.

The defensive power here was significantly more formidable than what I had faced previously.

A thick Deathmist saturated the entire region, so concentrated it seemed sentient as it drifted in heavy, sluggish currents through the void. It pressed against my Essence like a predatory creature, searching for the slightest vulnerability to infiltrate. Without a powerful Essence shield, any intruder would be corrupted in a matter of heartbeats just by standing in this environment.

This was never intended to be a territory to hold.

It was a zone designed to rot anything that dared to enter.

I completely erased my presence, strictly adhering to the guidance Saleos had provided. I didn't stop at just suppressing my Essence or aura; I muted my very soul signature, pulling it inward until it became nearly impossible to distinguish from the background noise of the war zone.

The success of the next phase hinged entirely on this concealment.

While the first defensive layer had been shattered, that destruction was merely the opening act. The true challenge lay in holding it. According to the intel Saleos gathered over centuries of warfare, this second layer of the Eternal defenses was nothing more than a sacrificial buffer.

Its function was to bleed the invading forces dry.

The abominations and phantoms weren't the primary threats. The environment itself was the real killer. The Deathmist here wasn't stagnant; it reacted and moved, constantly hammering against Essence shields to find a point of failure. Even those at the Transcendent level couldn't endure a battle here for long without suffering a devastating toll.

To engage in a drawn-out conflict on this layer would be a death sentence for the demon army.

If the battle lingered, the Deathmist would gradually erode their strength, ruin their coordination, and transform their own power into a burden. Therefore, our entire strategy relied on one factor.

This layer had to be purged with extreme speed.

Furthermore, the Deathmist itself had to be neutralized before the demon forces could fully commit to the area.

To properly clear the Deathmist, I required the Eternal to leave its tower and engage Saleos in direct combat. As long as it remained tucked away behind its defensive barriers, it would detect and obstruct my efforts the moment I began.

However, the creature possessed incredible patience.

Aside from emitting a heavy, suffocating, and unrelenting aura, it had not made a move. There was no counterattack and no physical manifestation. It offered only silent pressure, as if it were observing and calculating the perfect moment to strike.

It required a stronger provocation.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, Saleos acted.

His aura exploded with sudden ferocity, sharp and glowing, no longer held in check. Fire laws erupted around him as he surged forward, arriving above the ruined remains of the first layer. The void surrounding Saleos distorted under the weight of his power, with heat radiating outward in heavy waves as if the fabric of space was being charred.

Saleos pulled his arm back, his fingers tensing as countless fire runes flared to life across his shoulder and forearm. The laws of fire, destruction, and compression converged with lethal precision, refined into a single devastating intent.

He unleashed his strike.

"Hellrend Crescent."

A massive arc of roaring flame tore through the void from his movement, surging forward in a perfectly horizontal line. It streaked away from the first layer toward the second, slicing through the empty expanse like a solar blade. The void itself seemed to shriek as the attack passed, with space thinning and warping at the edges of the flame.

As the crescent advanced, the Deathmist in its path was forcibly parted. Some of the mist evaporated instantly, while other parts were crushed or violently shoved aside, creating massive, swirling eddies. Abominations caught in the gap between layers were wiped out in an instant, their bodies dissolving into nothingness before they could even perceive the threat.

The second layer loomed ahead.

The defensive arrays began a desperate, late reaction. Shields flickered to life, and the Deathmist thickened in a frantic attempt to block the blow. The layer itself shuddered as if it could feel the impending impact.

Then, at the midpoint between the two layers, the void shifted.

The crescent's momentum slowed.

It wasn't losing power; rather, something had stepped directly into its trajectory.

Space above the second layer folded as an overwhelming presence took form. The tower’s aura flared violently, no longer content to merely watch. Deathmist erupted outward in a thick tide, coiling and tightening as if controlled by an invisible hand.

The Eternal had arrived.

It manifested above the second layer, vast and oppressive, its weight bearing down on everything in the vicinity. The fire crescent slammed into the perimeter of its influence, where laws clashed against laws and flames screamed against a force that refused to budge.

The impact seemed to freeze the entire battlefield for a single heartbeat.

Then, the shockwave exploded.

Even from my distance, I felt the vibration—a profound tremor that rippled through existence itself rather than just through space. The void buckled, and layers of law twisted as the Eternal’s presence descended. Fire and Deathmist collided in a chaotic storm, and for the first time, the battlefield felt truly unstable.

I narrowed my eyes, watching as the Eternal fully showed itself.

In that moment, something completely unexpected occurred.

A reaction stirred deep within me.

I hadn't called upon any power. I hadn't directed my Essence or even changed my posture. Yet, the space surrounding my body began to transform. It was a subtle, almost respectful shift, as if the Prime universe itself was adjusting its stance in my presence.

A faint, unmistakable pressure began to radiate from me. The Deathmist nearest to me faltered, its movement stuttering as if it were questioning its own right to exist in my space. The surrounding laws didn't flee, but they aligned themselves, straightening out as if acknowledging a supreme authority they didn't know but were forced to respect.

My chest tightened as I realized what was happening.

The Executor’s Halo had triggered on its own, without my command.