My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 756 Undercurrents

Deep within a barren volcanic world, hollowed out by ancient fires—

A towering Naga elder advanced swiftly along a cramped passage etched into the obsidian rock. Half his visage was armored in weathered scales, faded by time yet intact, his narrow eyes gleaming with barely contained rage. Despite the weight of his advanced age, he hurried forward, gripping a sheaf of documents firmly in his fist.

A sturdy barrier blocked the tunnel's terminus.

He wasted no time with formal entry.

His powerful strike reverberated down the passage, the barrier crashing open with force that shook the rocky confines.

"How could you let this slip?" he roared, his tone slicing through the chamber as he flung the documents onto the central desk.

Six individuals had already assembled within.

The sheets skidded over the wood before halting amid the group.

The Naga commenced striding back and forth right away, his talons tapping lightly on the ground, as the rest examined the materials. Silence reigned while they perused the information. Once finished, one among them sparked a burst of power to incinerate the pile, turning it to dust almost instantly.

A heavy quiet ensued.

"This represents a grave oversight," a voice finally broke the hush.

The one who spoke resembled a living mountain, an Elemental forged entirely from rock, with subtle brown energy lines throbbing weakly under his exterior.

"An oversight?" the Naga retorted sharply, whirling to face him. "I'm demanding to know why we failed to pinpoint him."

Immediate replies were absent.

Then a female voice sighed deeply. She belonged to the Feran race, her traits angular and gaunt, her words echoing faintly in the air long after they faded. A member of an avian lineage.

"He slipped through our web too quickly," she explained. "He vanished without a trace. Zero paths. Zero remnants. We pinpointed thirty-nine potentials, but the timeframe was far too narrow. And he wasn't even among the candidates."

Her eyes scanned the assembly before she pressed on.

"From the evidence you've presented, it's evident he obliterated the outpost. That's no longer debatable." Her stare intensified a touch. "The true issue is our next move."

The Naga halted his restless steps and yanked a seat backward with a grating sound, dropping into it with a thud at the desk.

"From where did he and his allies emerge?" he inquired, his tone subdued yet equally menacing. "How did he so effortlessly tear down one of our strongholds? I demand full profiles on each operative. Their powers. Their habits. Above all, the location of their headquarters."

None dared to cut in.

"I've kept the outpost's demise under wraps for the moment," he went on, his digits drumming once on the surface. "But that cover won't last."

His gaze pierced each face sequentially.

"And you're all aware of the consequences. The envoy won't abide such incompetence. He won't probe or inquire. His jaw clenched tighter. "He'll execute us and install replacements on a whim."

The chamber grew still for several heartbeats, the gravity of his declaration pressing down upon the gathering.

Then a second Naga voiced his thoughts.

He had positioned himself somewhat removed from the cluster, his stance casual yet calculated. A full mask concealed his countenance, veiling all traits. Merely the subtle shimmer of scales on his arms betrayed his heritage.

"I possess further details," he stated evenly.

The elder Naga's attention locked onto him instantly. "Out with it."

"Azalea Nag is known to you," the masked one responded. "She sought him out."

The elder Naga's eyes widened briefly in surprise. "For what reason?"

The masked Naga offered a single shrug and held his peace.

This ensuing quiet carried a distinct edge.

"That muddies the waters," the elder Naga remarked deliberately. "Azalea is no figure we can dismiss lightly." He hesitated, selecting his phrasing with precision. "She possesses… ties."

A female at the table's distant edge stirred. She was an Elemental too, with electricity weaving idly in her locks, soft azure sparks flickering and vanishing per inhalation. "Why not drop it entirely?" she proposed. "Label it an anomaly. Losing a single outpost hardly justifies escalation."

The elder Naga reclined in his seat and shut his eyes for a moment.

"I'd prefer that," he conceded. "Unfortunately, it's impossible."

His lids lifted once more, his look keener. "Commands arrived at dawn. Straight from the top."

This captured the full focus of the assembly.

"He's been designated," the elder Naga elaborated. "Tier Two pursuit level. It's not only us—every faction loyal to Eternal agendas has received the alert."

A subdued buzz rippled across the space.

"The events on Dragos weren't ignored," he concluded somberly. "The demons sealing a Grade Four Rift with his role is viewed with utmost gravity."

A sudden burst of radiance pierced the strain.

A glyph flared to life in the elder Naga's hand, its patterns glowing a muted red against his hide. He froze in his inhale, his sight dropping to it at once. Without pause, he touched a digit to the mark and channeled Essence through it, the luminescence steadying as the glyph came alive.

The chamber hushed completely.

He sealed his eyelids.

For several moments, stillness prevailed. His form stayed tense, teeth gritted, presence coiled tight as data flowed straight into his awareness. Abruptly, his eyes flew wide.

Vast.

"Impossible," he whispered.

The entire group surged closer simultaneously.

"What message came through?" the rock Elemental pressed.

The elder Naga gulped before replying. "Yet another Grade Four Rift," he uttered gradually. "Sealed shut."

A hushed ripple coursed through the room.

"Location?" the lightning Elemental urged.

"Sector Zero," he answered. "One governed by Ferans."

A deeper hush descended, thicker than prior.

The masked Naga released a soft exhale. "So swiftly?"

The elder Naga dipped his head solemnly. "Identical mark. Matching disruption style. The identical crew. System glyphs appeared post-conflict." His eyes roamed the assembly. "Undeniably him."

Dispute was nowhere to be found.

"Two Grade Four Rifts," the Feran female murmured softly. "Back-to-back."

"And zero losses on record," the elder Naga supplemented. "Once more."

The lightning Elemental's tresses sparked fiercer. "This indicates he's not merely seizing chances," she observed. "He's acting deliberately."

"Precisely," the elder Naga concurred. "And he's doing so brazenly."

He settled back into his chair, the glyph in his palm dimming as the relay concluded.

"This shifts the landscape," he declared. "He's in Sector Zero now."

His stare grew resolute.

"Should he maintain this rift-closing rhythm, Tier Two classification won't suffice for much longer."

The assembly lapsed into contemplation, each member withdrawing into their thoughts as the ramifications took hold. No hasty words emerged this round.

In the table's midst, softly lit by the chamber's dim glow, rested their faction's emblem.

The Hallowed Star.

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