My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 752: Feran’s Rift

After Steve and North finished their rank ups, we departed from the dead star. They held off on manifesting their law constructs right away. Each chose to stabilize their gains first, to deepen their insights, and to let the fresh foundations take root before committing to anything irreversible. A prudent move. Domains formed too hastily often restricted later advancement.

The vessel shifted its trajectory and picked up speed, plunging once more into the vast emptiness. A rhythmic marker blinked on the holographic star map displayed in front of me. Yet another Grade 4 Rift. This one lay not on the outskirts of the Blue Spiral Galaxy, but nearer its core. Sector Zero domain.

Before diving into the tangled politics of the Blue Spiral Galaxy, I aimed to seal a rift without flaws. Out in the open. With finality.

Sector Zero featured fewer Grade 4 Rifts compared to the borderlands. The ruling trio of races had invested massive efforts over the years to contain and suppress them. Yet those that lingered still drained resources, standing as unwelcome reminders of shortcomings.

If the Order of Absolute intended to make its debut in the galaxy's core, this would be the way.

A long quiet journey followed.

The emptiness revealed itself in gradual, awe-inspiring expanses around us. Thick clusters of asteroids glided by from afar, their jagged forms reflecting starlight like drifting sparks. We edged past the lingering pull of a fallen black hole, its twisted gravity brushing against the ship's barriers before releasing its grip. In the distance, enduring elemental areas shimmered faintly, spots where laws had solidified into lasting effects.

At last, the barrier encircling the rift appeared.

We eased the ship to a halt far beyond the barrier's edge. Aurora bent closer, examining the radiant wall that enclosed the whole area. "How are we getting in?" she asked. "They won’t just let us through, even if we announce who we are."

I gave a nod, gaze fixed on the barrier.

Then I glanced over briefly. "Ash."

He met my eyes at once. "Yes."

"Can you bypass it?"

He replied without pause. "I can. But I’ll need assistance. The shield is layered. Physical, spatial, and conceptual."

I looked toward Knight.

He grasped the intent right away.

"I’ll handle the anchoring," Knight stated evenly.

Ash dipped his head once. "That will suffice."

Before others could chime in, the pair disappeared.

I observed them materialize in the emptiness facing the luminous barrier, hovering with ease. Ash lifted one hand.

Runes sprang to life around him. My focus sharpened in an instant. These runes differed from those I'd examined lately. They seemed ancient. Thicker. Organized with meticulous care that verged on fixation. Designs linked up, bent, and refined themselves on the spot as Ash fine-tuned their setup.

A ring took shape.

Then it warped.

Then it parted.

A silvery portal ripped open in the void, rotating gradually, its borders keen with squeezed space. The gap broadened, growing wide enough for our vessel to glide through without issue.

Knight advanced first and slipped into the portal.

Ash faced us again and rematerialized aboard the ship. "He’s anchoring it," he said. "We can proceed."

The vessel thrust ahead.

Hues washed over the viewscreen as we crossed the portal, the fabric of space bending and straightening in fluid, dizzying folds. Suddenly, the scene sharpened into focus.

We had breached the barrier. Beyond the deceptive outer layer.

The rift towered right in front.

It echoed the Grade 4 Rift we'd tackled on Dragos, though its design felt cruder. Less polished. Rather than stacked defense stations and woven strongholds, a pair of enormous, ruined asteroids hovered across from each other, gutted and bolstered, serving as takeoff and assembly bases.

One side housed the guarding Feran forces, the other the Eternal. Beyond the Eternal, the rift swirled.

Vivid lights poured out in languid, stomach-churning pulses, the fabric of existence warping and snapping back near the gash. Just like earlier, a lone towering spire rose on the asteroid. And I sensed the Eternal's presence within.

I breathed out steadily.

"This is going to be easy," I said.

I faced Steve and North. "Your job is simple. Level up. Go all out. Don’t hold back."

They both nodded.

"Ash," I added, "stay with the ship."

He tilted his head and withdrew.

One after another, we burst from the vessel.

We plunged into a fray already underway.

Feran squads clashed fiercely on both asteroid bases, their numbers strained as they cycled troops through the fight. Blasts of weaponry cut across the void, while protective fields sparked sporadically under the rift's onslaught.

Monstrosities surged forth in thick surges, slamming into fortified positions and demanding endless shifts. Phantoms threaded the turmoil, not rushing headlong but guiding flows, bolstering frail spots, yanking squads away from ruin.

The conflict hadn't turned frantic yet.

But it teetered on the brink.

Our entry didn't halt the clash.

It shattered its flow.

I surged into action.

In one swift move, I hurled Steve and North right into the heart of the oncoming foe lines.

Their domains flared to life at once. Bolts of lightning and tendrils of shadow exploded outward as Steve slashed through monstrosities, his weapon trailing echoes of electricity and darkness in all arcs.

North blurred into speed, her lattice igniting underfoot as she sliced abominations with exacting accuracy.

Shrieks rang out.

The Ferans halted in shock.

"What—who are they?" someone yelled.

The Ferans posted here hailed from various tribes, a jumbled mix that showed the desperate hold on this rift. I spotted Strixclaw members, bird-like Ferans with broad, jagged wings, wheeling overhead, while Grimfang wolf-kin battled in tight groups along the asteroid rims. Huge Hornfall bull Ferans anchored the core defenses, their forms clad in innate plating, enduring strikes that would crush weaker builds. And countless others joined them.

Then my summons struck.

Ragnar landed hardest. He skipped subtlety. He crashed onto the Eternal's asteroid base like a plummeting comet, the collision crumbling fortified rock and hurling abominations aside.

The phantoms attempted a riposte. They faltered. They encountered not mere opposition. But utter supremacy.

I advanced. Space bent, and I materialized right in front of the key tower stabilizing the rift. Power swelled inside it as the Eternal within stirred.

I lifted my hand. A whirling orb of purple Essence gathered at my palm, tight and solid, vibrating with principles of rejection. Essence flowed straight from my generator core, ignoring pathways, ignoring limits.

I unleashed it.

A ray of purple radiance lanced out.

The Eternal materialized between the ray and the tower, silver runes blazing over his frame. He bellowed and thrust a punch, a huge silver fist materializing to block the strike.

BOOM!!

The ray pierced clean through. The fist crumbled. The Eternal howled as the ray bored into his torso and drove him back into the tower.

BOOM!!

The blast erupted without delay and without mercy. The tower fractured. And the whole asteroid shuddered from the shock.