My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 726: Quests

Once again, I scanned the core layer with my perception, taking it slow and meticulously this time around.

Having shattered the final two portals, I refused to indulge in any presumptions of safety. The Eternals, through their conquest of innumerable worlds, had mastered the art of patience above all. Layers of traps concealed within more traps. Hidden reinforcements lurking behind backup plans. I stretched my Psynapse further, weaving it through the shattered voids, ruined edifices, and the fading remnants of sealing laws that hadn't completely vanished.

No response came back.

At last, the core layer stood revealed.

Just the rift persisted. For the first time in this battlefield since our arrival, nothing from the Eternal forces stood between us and the origin point.

I seized the opportunity without delay.

My domain continued to pulse, its immense weight looming over the battlefield akin to an additional heaven. Violet mists churned lazily, dense with thunderbolts and principles. Raising my hand, I directed my gaze below, to the phantoms dispersed throughout the core layer.

These phantoms possessed great strength. They showed iron discipline. And they remained operational even after the Eternals' demise.

Yet now, their safeguards had crumbled.

With a mere thought, I commanded the domain to advance.

Thunderbolts responded without hesitation.

Not a single strike. Nor a chaotic tempest unleashed without aim.

A multitude of exacting bolts materialized simultaneously.

Every strike was slender, piercing, and unyielding, directed by principles instead of mere reflex. They descended in utter quiet at first, followed by the roar—crack upon crack upon crack—until the core layer blazed with dazzling bursts.

No bolt missed its mark.

Phantoms suffered impalement through torsos, skulls, and their vital centers. A few attempted to summon barriers. Others ignited their domains too sluggishly. Some stood paralyzed as my domain's force shattered their resolve prior to any physical defense.

Nothing about it was haphazard.

Compassion played no role.

Bolts linked together, leaping from phantom to phantom, searing through armor laced with deathmist. Their forms exploded in flight, hurling shards that vaporized before hitting the ground.

In mere heartbeats, the structured opposition in the core layer vanished entirely.

Gradually, I permitted the lightning to subside, letting the final reverberations dissolve into nothingness. Beneath me, the battlefield's form had transformed. The once-dominant Eternal influence in this layer had evaporated, supplanted by fractured remnants, floating wreckage, and a hush broken solely by far-off clashes.

My focus turned to the second layer.

Demons were on the verge of overwhelming it completely.

Silver stood out clearly, even from afar. His enormous figure glided across the void with eerie elegance, bearing a huge throng of demon troops upon his frame. Their feelings flooded the emptiness: fury, solace, sorrow, elation—all woven into a fierce blaze that intensified as they neared the core layer.

The sensation reached them.

Proximity beckoned.

So near to concluding a nightmare that had plagued them for years.

I took a brief moment to breathe before shifting my gaze away.

Knight.

Locating him proved swift.

Inside the tower, he stood with Lyrate, Primus, North, Steve, and Mazikeen. The building's insides had fallen under their sway already. The mightiest guards within reached only Lower Transcendent levels at most, and those were being subdued with ruthless efficiency.

Lyrate emanated a serene yet horrifying aura. Knight's shadows permeated every corner. They required no aid from me.

Advancing, I positioned myself at the core layer's brink, suspended right in front of the rift.

Viewed intimately, its magnitude proved staggering.

No mere spatial gash anymore, the rift formed a gigantic laceration, so vast its radiance eclipsed the stars in its wake. Shades swirled and merged—violet, gold, black, and tones alien to any known palette.

The illumination seared the eyes, not from sheer intensity, but from the purpose it bore.

Might.

Along the rift's borders, principles clashed without cease. Our cosmos strained to seal the breach. An equal force from beyond resisted with unyielding force.

A shiver crept over my flesh from the strain.

My domain persisted, heightening every sensation. Its burden bore down on all entities spanning the three layers, allies and foes indistinguishable.

With an outbreath, I let it go.

The violet mists dispersed. Thunderbolts withdrew. The oppression lifted.

Throughout the battlefield, innumerable figures slumped faintly, oblivious to the colossal burden they'd borne until its absence.

Concentration followed.

Insight, direct and true.

Reality unfolded layer by layer.

Rather than viewing the rift as a mere thing, I perceived it as an ongoing mechanism.

Essence flows ripped asunder and pieced back together came into view. Principles warped, fractured, and remade themselves repeatedly. The divide between realms operated like a colossal mechanism: drawing in, compressing, expelling.

Abruptly, I halted.

Recognition dawned.

The framework.

The current.

The reasoning underpinning it.

This mirrored the function of my Dawn Core.

Differing in magnitude, yet identical in essence.

Gazing into the rift, thoughts swirled in my head—ramifications, potentials, perils too soon to voice.

Beyond lay no simple adversary.

A mechanism, intricate and vast.

One that echoed my own evolution in manners that unsettled me profoundly.

Underneath, the demon legions charged ahead, flooding into the core layer finally. Silver alighted, unloading his burden, as demons fanned out, bellowing while seizing terrain once deemed forbidden.

Victory had arrived.

Yet closure eluded us.

Not quite.

I held my position, suspended before the rift, eyes locked on the roiling principles afar.

For the initial instance since the war's outbreak, my mind drifted from the strife at my back.

Contemplations turned to the path ahead.

Suspended close to the core layer's rim, my gaze remained on the rift.

That notion persisted as a known essence drew near.

Saleos materialized at my side silently, flames of law wrapping precisely around him as he halted in the emptiness.

Initially, he avoided the rift's gaze. His sight swept over the scene below instead—the second layer almost fully taken, demon hordes advancing with fresh wrath, Eternal arrays fracturing beneath the onslaught.

Moments passed in mutual silence.

Saleos then released a measured breath. No sign of ease, but the exhale of one who'd braced too rigidly for far too long.