My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 746: The New Summon

A few hours earlier, we had departed from Dragos. The vessel glided smoothly en route to Sector Zero, flanked by escort ships that maintained their tight formation around it.

This was the initial moment of solitude in my quarters since our launch. The entire ship had fallen into its routine pace once the crew ceased badgering Steve over the scraps of information he chose to reveal about Mazikeen. He'd navigated the queries with his characteristic blend of dodging and unease.

Silence enveloped the space.

My focus shifted inward, toward the cluster of recollections I'd intentionally paused right after binding the Eternal as my summon. Back then, no room existed for them. But now, it did. Curiosity gnawed at me—not merely about the summon, but regarding the nature of the entity that birthed such a being.

Settling onto the bed, I regulated my breaths and lifted the block.

The visions flooded in without delay.

I found myself on an expansive drill field, its ground buffed to a flawless gloss, extending boundlessly in all directions. Overhead loomed a fabricated sky, its hues too even for nature's hand, illumination scattered uniformly from no apparent origin. Endless lines of forms arrayed themselves nearby, each stance mirrored precisely, alignments impeccable.

Eternals.

Towering silhouettes in slate-gray hues, snowy locks slicked rearward with robotic exactness, obsidian orbs mirroring identical gleams from matching perspectives. Their aura bore down relentlessly. A system that brooked no irregularity.

A voice was addressing the assembly.

That much registered. The leader figure stood raised at the forefront, motioning emphatically as though proclaiming vital matters. Yet silence prevailed. No utterances penetrated. It resembled observing a ritual from behind an impenetrable barrier.

The Eternal through whose eyes I witnessed remained rigid amid the proceedings. Zero response. Zero sentiment. Compliance absolute, demanding no exertion.

Abruptly, the vista changed.

Now I traversed a hallway, flanked by see-through walls alive with cascading luminous flows. Information surged throughout, ethereal displays materializing and vanishing in the atmosphere, strata of data piled so thick they merged into vagueness. The locale exuded sophistication unparalleled, not through ostentation, but via deliberate functionality in every element.

This Eternal proceeded with ease of habit.

He halted within a compartment at the passage's terminus.

The illumination inside grew gentler. A central fixture commanded the area—a platform akin to a resting slab, elevated mere inches from the deck, encircled by arched devices and floating controls. The Eternal reclined promptly, limbs aligning neatly beside him.

Shortly after, an entrant appeared.

She appeared human.

The truth struck like lightning.

A female of human stock, present in a domain where her kind ought not to tread.

Approaching the platform, her hands remained firm, gaze locked on the apparatuses encircling the Eternal. Her purpose was clear; she executed it masterfully. Digits lingered near the controls, poised to initiate calibrations, ready to perform her intended task.

The Eternal lay unmoving.

In a fleeting instant, her gaze lifted.

Their stares connected.

Fear evaded her entirely.

Further details eluded me.

Prior to any action from her, before any device stirred under her contact, the recollection terminated sharply, truncated in its midst, suspending the scene unresolved within my thoughts.

My lids parted.

A swarm of reflections assailed me.

A human amid the Eternals. That fact alone sparked inquiries far exceeding resolutions. Did additional species lurk further in their ranks? And what function did this Eternal serve there? The snippet proved too brief, too suddenly ended, to yield firm insights. More startling was the scant harvest from it. I'd anticipated advancement in my Sealing law via these visions, yet none emerged. Merely a shard, unfinished and maddeningly mute.

Exhaling deliberately, I ceased ruminating on the enigmas.

In its place, I called upon him.

Scarlet vapors billowed forth as the glyph array materialized before me, unfurling fluidly across the atmosphere. With my newfound grasp of runes, this display halted me briefly. Far from rudimentary or ritualistic, its framework layered intricately, compact, and exacting in manners that tingled my senses. "Advanced" fell short of describing it. Attempting a complete unraveling of that array in its current state would demand years, I was sure.

The notion had scarcely concluded when the haze intensified and started to divide.

A silhouette stepped forth from the depths.

The form gleamed dull ebony, neither shiny nor alloyed, but solid, akin to compacted nothingness molded into being. Its dimensions struck perfect, verging on eerie, as though each dimension had been calculated instead of developed organically. Absent were locks or etchings. No adornments or emblems whatsoever.

His orbs activated final.

Crimson pupils, profound and radiant, framed by ebony whites. Unlike glassy fakes, unlike the synthetic gaze of Eternals in life. These held distinction.

He lingered quietly, scarlet haze fading about him, and scanned the chamber with an immobility that seemed alien even against my other summons. His sight swept once, absorbing the confines, the bulkheads, the subtle vibration of the craft, before locking onto me at last.

"Who are you?" he inquired.

I fluttered my eyes, taken aback.

Given his Transcendent status at my slaying of him—much like Aurora in that aspect—I'd foreseen lingering shards. Vestiges of past knowledge, hints of former identity. Evidently, Eternals defied such patterns.

"Who do you think I am?" I countered.

His visage altered faintly yet notably, like an inner mechanism resolving.

"I sense possession," he stated after a pause. "A tether. An imperative stemming from you. Are you my maker?"

I examined his eyes, struck by the directness of his deduction.

"Yes," I affirmed. "I am."

Acceptance flowed from him unhindered.

"Then why was I created?" he pressed.

"To fulfill my will," I answered. "To act when I command it."

No outward sign betrayed him.

"Your will," he echoed. "What do you wish for?"

"I have many wishes," I noted. "You’ll receive orders when the time comes. For now, tell me what you remember."

His head canted minutely, hinting at intrigue over bewilderment.

"Nothing," he declared. "There are no memories. Only absence. Then crimson light. Then you."

The response deflated me beyond anticipation. I'd yearned for utility, even warped remnants. Yet only blankness awaited.

"Alright," I conceded following a short interlude. "Come with me. I’ll introduce you to my other creations."

Pivoting, I headed for the exit. He trailed at once, matching my stride unprompted. As we exited the quarters, his scrutiny weighed on my rear, constant and probing, as though he already sought to grasp the form of the entity now anchoring his reality.

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