My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 718: Identity

A sudden tightness gripped my chest.

The Executor’s Halo had triggered on its own, ignoring my command.

Then, things took a turn for the worse as something far more terrifying occurred.

It began as a faint sensation—a subtle heat beneath the surface of my skin followed by a sharp stinging in my veins. Looking down, I watched in horror as wisps of blood-red mist began to leak directly from my neck, my hands, and my arms. This energy wasn't flowing from my core or traveling through my channels; it was manifesting straight from my blood.

I gasped for air.

Within heartbeats, the mist thickened into a heavy shroud, enveloping me in a living veil of crimson. I felt the power responding to a primal, ancient hunger buried deep within my soul—a force I had never intentionally summoned.

"No—" I hissed, desperately trying to force it back down.

The crimson mist ignored my struggle.

With a violent surge, it swirled above my head and condensed into a singular, piercing beam that shot upward into the endless void. Like a colossal pillar of blood-light, it tore through the fabric of space, extending so far into the distance that my senses couldn't even find its peak.

The entire battlefield came to a standstill.

Every phantom, demon, and twisted abomination slowed to a halt. Even Ragnar froze in the middle of a swing, his massive club suspended in the air as he turned his huge frame toward me. Aurora’s lightning flickered out, Knight’s shadows began to recede, and Silver’s wings stopped their rhythmic beating.

Then, the Eternal took notice.

With terrifying accuracy, his head snapped in my direction.

I felt his gaze before I actually saw him. It was a crushing pressure—an absolute, freezing certainty. Across the vastness of the void, our eyes met.

He stood positioned above the second defensive line, a figure roughly seven to eight feet tall with smooth, matte skin the color of ash. His physique was lean and perfectly proportioned, radiating a sense of calculated balance. He wore dark, seamless clothing that fit tightly to his frame, decorated with glowing runes that throbbed with a suppressed, immense power. His white hair was styled neatly to the side, remaining perfectly still despite the surrounding turbulence.

But it was his eyes that were most striking.

They were solid black, like polished glass, lacking any iris or pupil. They seemed to reflect the entire universe while simultaneously appearing completely void of anything.

I fought to pull the crimson mist back. I tried to stifle the Halo, reaching for my Psynapse, my Essence, and my very will.

Nothing obeyed.

For the first time in a long age, I had lost control.

Maintaining his stare, the Eternal lifted a single hand. His movements were steady and unhurried, as if he had anticipated this exact moment.

Just then, Saleos’s flaming crescent of fire sliced through the darkness, hurtling between the first and second layers while roaring with the power of fire laws and pure destruction.

The Eternal made a simple sideways cutting motion with his hand.

A slender bolt of black energy erupted from his palm.

It collided directly with the flaming arc.

There was no initial blast. Instead, the dark energy spread across the fire like a spreading blight, consuming and erasing the flames piece by piece. In mere seconds, the fire was gone.

Then, the true shockwave erupted.

Space itself buckled and shrieked under the strain. Demons were thrown through the air, abominations were torn apart, and clouds of debris were sent flying in every direction. Even I had to plant my feet as the sheer force of the pressure slammed into me.

Gradually, the crimson pillar rising from my body began to dim. The mist retreated, sinking back into my veins as if dragged down by invisible weights. The suffocating pressure lifted, the laws governing the area loosened, and I felt my body return to my command.

I stood there, my heart thundering against my ribs.

Finally, the Eternal spoke. His voice sounded surprisingly young, possessing the tone of a teenager.

"Executor."

That single word struck me with more force than any physical blow. I cursed my luck. I had spent so much time hiding and planning with such care, only for my true nature to be dragged into the light like this.

"You concealed yourself quite well," he remarked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well enough to attain this level of strength."

He didn't sound angry or even surprised. It was a simple statement of fact.

Then, his gaze shifted, scanning the entire battlefield.

In that moment, the tower behind him let out a pulse of power.

A massive ripple expanded outward, absolute and undeniable. I felt the local space tighten and lock down. From the first defense layer all the way to the third, the Eternal’s domain sealed the area like a heavy lid. Spatial paths were cut off, and long-range movement became impossible. The void grew heavy, hemmed in by invisible barriers.

My eyes narrowed in realization.

This wasn't just a defensive measure.

Near the rift, the Eternal’s forces began to move.

Phantoms led the charge, blurring into streaks of light as they raced toward the second layer. Waves of abominations followed, their sheer numbers resembling a living tide washing through the void. But that was not the worst part.

The Deathmist began to pour out.

It surged forward like a dark tsunami, erupting from the core layer in staggering amounts. It devoured all light in its path, growing so thick that the stars dimmed and the void itself looked bruised and corrupted. Corrosive laws swirled within the fog, ready to rot anything that crossed its path.

The Eternal’s voice echoed throughout the region once more.

"Activate all defensive measures. Initiate every offensive protocol."

He looked back at me, those black glass eyes locking onto me without a single blink.

"Call for reinforcements."

Those words felt like a final judgment.

"A new Executor has been identified," he stated flatly. "He must not be permitted to escape with his life."

The battlefield erupted into a frenzy of motion.

The Eternal’s army surged with newfound aggression, no longer merely testing our strength. This was no longer a skirmish of attrition; it was a campaign of total extermination.

I took a slow breath, forcing my panicked thoughts into a cold order.

So, this was the turning point.

The moment where everything shifted.

I had intended to probe their defenses, to observe and prepare. Instead, I had drawn the full, lethal attention of an Eternal who knew exactly what I represented.

My fists clenched.

'Fine.'

If I could no longer hide, then there was no longer any reason for restraint.

I sent a sharp, rapid message through our mental link.

'Saleos, you deal with the army. This Eternal is mine.'

Before he could even reply, I began to ascend, hovering above the jagged ruins of the first layer. Shards of stone and debris fell away beneath me as I rose into the open void.

I barked out more commands.

'Knight, take Steve, North, and Primus. Advance toward their core layer. Lyrate, go with them for support.'

I felt a ripple of acknowledgement through the link.

'Ragnar, Aurora, Silver. Push toward the second layer. Coordinate your movements with Saleos.'

As I finished my orders, the Eternal turned his full attention toward me.

His focus was absolute. In that instant, the rest of the battlefield seemed to fade into background noise. The Deathmist surrounding him slowed its frantic movement, swirling with deliberate intent as it responded to his command.