My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 762 Celebration and Introduction

The invitation turned out to be spot on.

Once the sun sank low, stretching shadows over the garden, our preparations stood complete. We swapped robes for suits and formal outfits. The women donned dresses that balanced ease of motion with elegance. Knight kept his hooded robe on, face concealed like usual. Ash opted to remain at the residence.

The transport showed up quietly, without any fanfare.

At the path's end, two pristine white carts stood ready, their frames etched with graceful, curving patterns that felt more meaningful than ornamental. White winged horses pulled them, towering and strong, wings tucked close to their bodies. Golden manes gleamed as if born with that hue, reflecting the dying sunlight with each slight shift.

North halted for a second, eyeing them. "So this is the Griffin way of travel."

We advanced and climbed aboard, the carts rising effortlessly as wings unfurled together, bearing us to the waiting island.

The journey proved short yet insightful.

Over the water, a bigger island emerged, not one solid piece but a stacked expanse, terraces blending into each other, buildings woven seamlessly. Paths wound organically along the rising terrain.

Knight shifted forward a bit, gaze intent. "The whole island is Griffin territory."

That accounted for its vastness.

Similar carts dotted the skies from all sides. Pairs arrived, some solo, all ferrying guests with clear importance. Ferans from various tribes mingled with Elementals, Aquas, and several Nagas slipping in without a sound.

A grand palace dominated the island's core.

It loomed huge yet tastefully, built from light stone shading to cream, its face polished but etched with subtle carvings. A lone griffin statue guarded the entrance, wings partially outstretched, stare locked ahead. It neither menaced nor beckoned. It just stood, assured of its domain.

We stepped off with the other arrivals, joining the stream heading to the palace. Chatter layered the air with caution. All eyes scanned subtly, even amid feigned indifference.

"How often do these folks throw parties?" I grumbled while walking. "This makes two for us, and we've barely settled in."

Aurora offered a slight smile. "Power shifts from pursuit to upkeep," she explained. "Effort brings rewards. Then come the feasts."

Steve chuckled. "If parties are the payoff, maybe the hustle's overrated."

Deeper inside, the servants caught my eye first. Mostly Ferans.

All Grandmasters.

Steve edged nearer, voice hushed. "That's... noteworthy. Any of these 'servants' could rule as emperor in our world."

From under his hood, Knight murmured, "Plenty of power reshapes hierarchies."

The palace doorway loomed then, silencing more talk.

Vast doors yawned wide, hewn from light stone laced with soft golden veins that throbbed gently. Warm light poured out, welcoming yet not blinding. Past the entrance, music swelled distinct.

Small groups of guests filtered through, met by attendants flashing broad grins.

We stepped across as one.

The interior hall stretched broad.

A high ceiling vaulted upward, held by arches bending like soaring wings. Side tables held neatly placed dishes and beverages, leaving the middle clear on purpose.

That's when they appeared.

The Griffins clustered at the hall's distant end. Not a crowd. Nine tops. They seemed human at first—tall, poised, clad in light formal garb without badges. But the facade cracked fast.

Golden gazes. And wings, pale and smooth, tucked behind.

"My wings and flair outshine theirs," Silver breathed.

I extended my senses.

Gingerly.

It swept the hall smoothly, charting every guest's aura. Transcendents abounded, varying in might. Some exuded heavier weight, suggesting hidden depths, though nothing set off alarms right away.

Then I probed deeper.

Senses stretched past the hall, snaking into halls, climbing floors, delving the palace's frame. Briefly, all unfolded as expected.

Then it ended.

Not pushed back.

Not halted.

It dissolved.

The feeling crept in, total and faint. Like noise lost in emptiness. Like light devoured without echo. Senses hit a barrier where details just evaporated. No return signal. Pure nothing.

I withdrew at once.

Aurora shot me a look, features keen. "Issue?"

"Nah," I replied. "Prime spot. Loaded with riches, no doubt."

I held off retrying. The architect of that zone crafted it masterfully. Probing more would just flag curiosity.

We pressed into the hall's throng, merging with the crowd. Talks altered as we went by. Some probing. Some wary. A handful boldly curious.

The Griffins spotted us next.

One pivoted, golden eyes locking on me steadily. North drew near. "The birthday lad?"

"Probably," I answered.

As we aimed for a lengthy table, steering clear of the gawking youth in the hall's midst, Shera sliced through the guests toward us. I ignored him, snagging a glass from a drifting server for a leisurely drink.

"Hahaha, at last," Shera declared, halting by me. "You've made it. Hope the trip suited you."

I faced him with a light grin. "It did. The horses beat the carts, though."

He chuckled, delighted. "Gorgeous creatures. Shame they cap at Master rank."

He halted, then brushed it off. "Anyway, many here itch to greet the renowned Order of Absolute. Mind sticking with me awhile?"

I placed the glass aside and agreed. "Sure."

I signaled North and the rest discreetly, then trailed Shera navigating the hall.

He strode sure, no meandering. Straight on, threading talk groups until we faced another tiger tribesman. Aged for a Feran, shoulders bowed a touch, fur dulled at tips, yet his aura pressed strong.

Upper Transcendent.

Shera stopped and motioned easily. "Meet Varka Ranthor," he introduced. "He handles Feradros defenses. General under the Feran Sovereign."

Varka eyed me shortly, face even, then offered his hand.

"Pleased," he stated flatly. "Admittedly, a human hitting this power in our galaxy surprises."

I clasped and shook once. "Hope it doesn't shock you too hard at your age."

For an instant, all stayed still.

Then a faint grin touched Varka's muzzle. No words, just a quick nod, tucking the banter for future recall.

Shera coughed softly. "Onward?"

And so he waved ahead, striding off, the exchange fading behind.