My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 751: Flaring Domains

The tempest encircling Steve underwent the initial transformation.

Sometime earlier, the fierce tug of Essence shifted from a force he fought against to one he embraced fully. The emerald streams constricted, shedding their disorder and unpredictability, then started revolving around him with clear purpose. The lightning, held back up to this moment, finally surged outward, yet it avoided bursting forth. Instead, it curled back on itself, slithering over his arms and shoulders in disciplined curves.

Darkness under his feet grew more intense.

Rather than expanding recklessly, it honed itself, adhering tightly to his shape like an extra layer of flesh. It coiled around his sword at first, then outlined his entire figure, harmonizing with the lightning rather than clashing against it.

An unseen alteration occurred.

His domain started to emerge.

It didn't burst into being suddenly. Instead, it built up gradually, layer by layer, as though the fabric of reality scrutinized each element before permitting its presence. What appeared first was the terrain below him, or more precisely, its essence. A sleek, mirror-like expanse of blackness materialized, glossy as burnished obsidian, expanding in a broad ring.

Lightning lanced into it.

Not descending from the sky, but originating from void, piercing the surface in exact, unerring paths. No strike shattered the plane. Each one inscribed it. Delicate luminous channels radiated from every hit, pathways of electricity locked in position like permanent marks.

Shadows trailed those channels, occupying the spaces in between, crafting a arena shaped by endless battles.

Next, swords materialized.

Not tangible weapons, but their outlines, beginning with scores, then multiplying to hundreds, hovering in the atmosphere at varied tilts. Some consisted of packed darkness, others of thunder so densified it mimicked iron. Every one aimed toward the middle, fixated on Steve, on the core.

This domain offered no shelter.

It embodied clash.

In its midst, Steve remained still, his sword laid over his lap, electricity dancing along its rim while obscurity seeped into its etchings. His breaths came even now.

I sensed it distinctly.

All the principles he had seized weren't stacked apart. They integrated. Precision, keenness, drive, charge, gloom, emptiness. Each one funneled into one unified idea.

The blade embodying certainty.

Steve's mouth parted slightly.

His tone came out deep and gravelly.

"Abyssal Stormblade."

The domain reacted instantly.

Thunder blazed briefly, and the darkness solidified. The airborne swords disintegrated, folding toward the center as energy flows that streamed back into him.

The domain retracted.

The ebony surface dissolved. The inscribed thunder marks disappeared. All elements contracted inward, condensing within Steve's essence as the Essence gale surrounding him at last calmed its frenzy. Verdant glow permeated his flesh, his sinews and skeleton, delving further to bolster what was already shaped.

Steve drew in a deep breath.

Then rose to his feet.

The presence emanating from him felt altered. Keener. Weightier. Not crushing, but impossible to ignore. Sparks flickered softly near him without effort, darkness gliding in smooth unison rather than trailing.

Transcendent.

Before words could escape me, the area near North altered afterward.

Her Essence gale had always lacked fury. Even at this juncture, it avoided fury or collision. It constricted. The verdant flows squeezed together, decelerating, purifying, until all unrest faded away.

Next, the earth under her transformed.

A lattice emerged.

Impeccable straight edges carved themselves into being below her, radiating in a vast field, each cell exact, uniformly divided, reaching well past her close vicinity. The lattice held no substance, yet it was unyielding, like the very area had been gauged, segmented, and aligned.

Overhead, the atmosphere echoed it.

Images surfaced, not actual reflections, but sheets of subtle warping sheen suspended at assorted inclinations encircling her. They displayed snippets of motion, echoes of routes possible but not yet pursued. Each image hinted at a unique assault vector. A fresh tactic. A varied conclusion.

The lattice at her base started to glow.

Scattered cells ignited in gentle emerald radiance, then faded, shifting in sequences that defied easy logic. A cadence known solely to her. Each lit cell indicated a spot. A footfall. A blow. An instant when fatality would sweep by and continue.

At the epicenter, North remained composed.

Behind her, one dagger took form.

It lacked solidity. It was an outline, keen and distinct, floating in the air directly over her rear, flawlessly matched to her backbone. Slender strands of emerald breeze twisted about it, scarcely seen, outlining its blade repeatedly as though honing it without end.

This formed no arena of war.

It created a calibrated realm.

A termination field where motion was allowed merely because it was prefigured.

Her principles merged without hitch. Silent Cleave shaped the cut. Rolling Momentum kept it flowing. Breeze propelled it. Compression nullified barriers. Space adjusted gaps until evasion proved futile.

North's mouth stirred.

"Grid of Severance."

The lattice halted.

All radiant cells dulled simultaneously. The images fractured without sound, breaking into dim specks of glow that drifted back to her. The hovering dagger frayed into verdant filaments of Essence and merged into her center.

The gale concluded in silence.

North rose.

The vicinity near her seemed airy now, attuned, as though it favored shifting as she willed.

She had also ascended to Transcendent.

And as I examined them both, the realization hit me.

A change not merely in strength, but in life essence.

Their forms had evolved. Not outwardly, but at their roots. Vital energy coursed through them with greater profundity, greater endurance. Their years had lengthened, freed from the boundaries they once neared.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and exhaled deliberately. "That," he said, voice gravelly yet firm, "was... intense."

North looked toward him, then me. "Different," she said. "And I already like it. The Essence is so much more than what I had comprehended." She raised her hand, and Essence swirled effortlessly around her digits.

I approached nearer, observing them closely.

"You’re past the threshold now," I said. "Your foundations are set. From here on, growth will be slower, but deeper."

Steve grinned slightly. "Good. I was getting tired of worrying about dying of old age."

North smirked. "Speak for yourself."

I sensed the Sovereign’s Imprint anchor more solidly around them, my Essence vibrating subtly with their fresh domains.

"You did well," I said simply.

Steve propped his sword on his shoulder and eyed me. "So," he said, a trace of eagerness entering his tone, "are we still hunting like you said, or has something changed?"

I smiled.

"Nothing’s changed," I replied. "We’ll hunt. We’ll make our presence known in Sector Zero."

I held his stare, then continued evenly, "And after that, we go for the Ferans."