My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 719: Sealed

The sensation was unmistakable. I was no longer being watched by a commander gauging a distant threat; I was being targeted by a hunter who had found his prey.

A faint crimson mist still drifted around my form, pulsing in rhythm with my breathing. My Executor’s Halo exerted a steady, outward pressure, compelling the local laws of reality to submit to my presence. Between us, the vacuum of space felt strained, like a cord pulled to its breaking point.

Down below, the clash of legions resumed. The roars of demons echoed as phantoms descended from above, while thick plumes of Deathmist swept across the war-torn ground. Yet, in this moment, none of that chaos held any weight.

My entire focus was on the Eternal.

The Eternal made no move to intercept the warring armies, nor did he pursue Saleos, who had already bypassed us to reach the core layer. Instead, he raised a single hand with an air of nonchalance, as if he were merely testing the currents of the void.

The second he made that gesture, a wrongness settled over the area.

The Essence surrounding me began to thin out. It wasn't being scattered or disrupted by force; it was being systematically extracted.

I felt a sharp drop in pressure, reminiscent of oxygen being sucked out of a vacuum-sealed room. The void, which had been brimming with energy just seconds prior, suddenly felt hollow. The flow of Essence faltered and slowed, as though the world itself had ceased to provide nourishment.

Then, the Runes manifested.

They appeared with a calm grace, forming complex circular arrays in the empty space. These symbols were pale, pristine, and sharp, rotating with mechanical precision as they radiated outward from the Eternal.

I narrowed my eyes at the sight.

As the Essence was siphoned away in massive surges, the space around me grew dim. The energy didn't move toward him with violence; it flowed with the obedience of a guided stream. Wherever those runes drifted, Essence was condensed and crushed until it collapsed inward.

Spheres of light began to take shape.

They were perfectly spherical and smooth, glowing softly as the captured Essence was locked inside. The seal was so absolute that not a single wisp of energy escaped back into the void. They drifted around the Eternal like a miniature constellation, following deliberate orbital paths.

I immediately triggered Right to Insight.

The perspective of the world shifted. Superficial appearances peeled away to reveal the underlying Laws. I tracked the movement of the Essence and analyzed the structure of the runes to see how they manipulated reality.

It was the Law of Sealing.

This wasn't a display of crude suppression or blunt negation. It was the pinnacle of refinement. He wasn't destroying the Essence; he was concentrating it to an impossible degree and sealing it off, removing it from the battlefield’s equation entirely.

A heavy silence fell over my surroundings.

The void felt starved and barren. A lesser being would have been rendered powerless by such a vacuum. We remained suspended high above the second defensive line, far enough that the sounds of the massacre below were muffled by the vast distance. Beneath our feet, ruined structures emitted a faint glow, while the silent, massive silhouette of the tower loomed in the distance.

The Eternal looked at me with a tranquil expression.

He didn't take the stance of a warrior or a defender. He simply stood there. His ash-gray skin was matte and smooth, and his white hair was styled neatly to the side, looking more like a guest at a formal gala than a combatant on a battlefield. His dark attire hugged his lean, athletic frame, decorated with small, pulsing runes.

The spheres of compressed Essence continued their slow, rhythmic rotation around him. There was no instability in them—only perfect balance and precision. The seals were so tight they were flawless.

He was waiting for me to act.

I took a slow breath to center my mind. If he believed that draining the void of Essence would leave me helpless, I was about to prove him wrong. I reached deep into my own being, tapping into the generator core within. In response, violet Essence erupted, thick and potent, surging through my Meridians with a familiar, heavy warmth. It didn't matter if the void was empty; this power existed because I existed.

The Eternal’s head tilted ever so slightly as the violet radiance flared around me.

I lunged.

Space itself folded as I blinked forward, covering the gap between us before a normal eye could even track the movement. The void let out a faint shriek as the displaced air snapped back into place. Essence boiled within my arm, compressing into my fist as I prepared the strike. I gripped my hand tight, forming a spinning, high-density core of violet Essence just over my knuckles.

I threw a punch straight at his chest.

For a fleeting moment, the Eternal’s mask of calm cracked. A look of controlled surprise crossed his face as his gaze locked onto the violet light closing in on him. He had no time to retreat or prepare a counter. My fist bridged the final gap in a heartbeat.

Then, everything stopped.

My arm shook as if I had slammed into a wall of absolute, unyielding stillness. The Essence core shrieked under the strain, its rotation becoming erratic as it pressed against an invisible barrier. I shoved harder, pouring more power into the blow until the veins on my arm bulged, but the distance between my fist and his chest remained unchanged.

I couldn't move forward even a fraction of a millimeter.

The Eternal glanced down at my fist before meeting my eyes again.

“A new Essence?” he remarked, his voice steady.

My mind worked at high speed as I narrowed my gaze. I wasn't feeling a counter-force or traditional resistance. There was no energy pushing back against my strike. Instead, it felt as if he wasn't actually there—as if the space he occupied had been completely excised from the world. I adjusted my perception to see the truth.

He had applied a seal to himself.

He wasn't using shields or barriers; he had locked the very space he inhabited away from reality. He was visible, but his position was isolated and folded inward. He was untouchable unless the Law of Sealing itself was shattered. I wasn't hitting him; I was hitting the void where he used to be.

Before I could change my tactics, the Essence spheres orbiting him reacted.

They moved with lethal intent.

The smooth rotation of the spheres snapped into violent, high-speed trajectories. They closed in on me from every direction in an instant. I twisted my body, pulling my arm back and flaring my Essence to create a defensive shroud.

They exploded.

BOOM!!

As the spheres shattered, the Sealing laws within them unfurled. The release of compressed force and vacuum-like suction hammered into me from all sides. Space itself buckled and snapped, threatening to collapse under the pressure.

My Essence surged instinctively, the violet light cutting through the crushing weight, but the force of the blast still hurled me backward. I tumbled through the void until I forced the surrounding space to stabilize. I eventually skidded to a stop high above the second layer, my Essence burning as I regained my footing.

Across the gap, the Eternal hadn't moved an inch.

He lifted his head slightly, his eyes once again locking onto mine.