My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 783 Trapped

The instant we emerged from the relay portal, an uneasy sensation gripped me.

No pause occurred. No chance to steady ourselves.

A piercing siren ripped through the barren planet's sparse air right as our boots hit the soil. It wasn't just noise; it held a deliberate will, a cutting directive woven in, like the facility itself was howling about unwanted visitors.

Crimson illumination flooded the scene.

I glanced skyward.

The world underfoot lay desolate, its crust fractured and ashen, marked by countless craters. Yet high overhead loomed three enormous orbs, each rivaling a mountain's bulk. They hung motionless in the void, upheld by invisible means, their exteriors endlessly emitting heavy flows of deathmist that cascaded down like upside-down cascades.

The vapor didn't disperse haphazardly.

It advanced deliberately.

Steve's face grew tense. "Those aren't generators, right?"

"No," I replied deliberately. My senses were already extending, brushing against an immense and suffocating force. "They're anchors."

North gulped. "Anchoring what?"

I had no time to respond before reality twisted.

A crushing force descended from on high, not mere mass, but something infinitely more dire. The fabric of existence seemed to thin out, to fray, as though it was being peeled off bit by bit.

A domain.

This particular one aimed to obliterate.

The atmosphere wailed.

All that failed to harmonize with the deathmist started to revolt fiercely. The earth split under us while essence came apart. Dimensions warped in jagged ripples, and after ages, my grip on the environment slipped.

Knight let out a quiet hiss. "This domain… it's pushing us out."

Lyrate stumbled back slightly. Aurora went rigid, her elemental shape wavering erratically.

I wasted no time.

"Retreat," I commanded. "Everyone."

They spun to face me without delay.

"Core. Immediately."

No one disputed it. Each summon disappeared in turn, drawn into the Dawn Core while the force grew fiercer. The domain strengthened rapidly, evolving, honing its assault.

Steve ground his teeth. "What in the world? I can't enter your core."

"I'm not dismissing you," I stated. "I'm preserving your life."

I lifted my hands upward.

Deathmist erupted from the Star of Origin, shadowy and thick, surging forth like a torrent. It enveloped us, crafting a barrier that isolated us from the domain's dissolving power. The weight lingered, yet it evened out sufficiently for us to draw breath once more.

North let out a trembling breath. "That… that force is attempting to wipe us out."

"Indeed," I confirmed. "The runes are working to eliminate anyone not attuned to the deathmist."

The barrier quivered as the domain bore down on it, examining, searching for weaknesses.

I peered forward.

With the initial jolt faded, the base sharpened into view.

It hadn't been constructed on the planet.

Rather, it had attached to it.

An enormous vessel lay anchored to the terrain like a metropolis-scale beast, its exterior clad in dark alloy and flowing runes. Huge engines were set into its base, built for swift departure. This wasn't a stronghold designed to hold position.

It served as a roaming control center.

And it buzzed with activity.

Shapes swarmed onto the decks encircling the craft. Phantoms, scores in number, advanced with crisp precision. Transcendents of various lineages mingled among them, their presences restrained yet poised.

Then I sensed their arrival.

Two auras that stood apart.

Eternals.

Steve's tone lowered. "Two."

"I sense them," I answered.

The deathmist orbs overhead throbbed.

A declaration boomed over the field, boosted by the domain's power.

"Intruders spotted in relay territory."

The delivery stayed even. Nearly indifferent.

"Containment measures engaged."

The domain ramped up.

The deathmist shield encasing us groaned from the pressure.

North eyed me. "Can you disable it?"

"Not fast," I admitted truthfully. "The creators of this seem to grasp domains more deeply than I do."

Steve shot me a keen glance. "Saints?"

"Yes. And not the usual kind. They clearly intend to hold onto this site."

The vessel's shell parted.

Two forms emerged, shaped like humans yet distorted in the uniquely Eternal fashion. Their frames were sleek and slate-colored, their gazes deep and mirroring like burnished stone. One wielded a slender, extended blade that vibrated with dancing Essence. The other held no weapon.

"So," the weaponless one remarked, his words slicing neatly past the domain's fury. "You're the irregularity."

His stare locked onto me.

"The disruptor of our efforts. We anticipated your coming."

I cocked my head a bit. "You're swift."

"We needed to be," the other Eternal responded. "You've taken out two nearby nodes and a relay host."

Steve whispered, "Host?"

"You're exaggerating," I said evenly. "This outpost won't endure regardless."

The initial Eternal offered a subtle grin. "It already did."

The trio of orbs above ignited.

The domain surged.

Briefly, the deathmist barrier caved in, squeezing the area around us so intensely that Steve sank to a knee.

North clenched her jaw. "Billion—"

"I understand."

I stamped my boot down.

Deathmist flowed steadily through my pathways, no longer clashing with the domain, but syncing to its pulse. I wasn't seeking to overpower our confines. I was deciphering its mechanics.

That's when motion drew my eye.

Five silhouettes ascended from the peripheral ledges and drifted closer, detaching from the main group. Their energies were undeniable—Transcendents, one from each distinct heritage. I identified their essences on reflex. An Elemental whose frame gleamed softly with overlapping laws. An Avian bearing metallic plumage tucked snugly. An Aqua with its bottom portion sheathed in an ever-flowing fluid casing. And in their midst—

A Feran.

His gaze remained on me, not aggressive, but plainly disturbed.

"That's deathmist," he uttered gradually, incredulity thick in his tone. "How can a human wield deathmist?"

The rest offered no reply, though I detected the identical query surging among them.

That's when it struck me.

A subtle emerald radiance cloaked each of the five, hardly noticeable without prior knowledge. It wasn't a conventional ward. It failed to halt impacts or repel strikes. It merely persisted, finely calibrated, letting them evade the domain's nullifying touch.

'Intriguing.'

I invoked Right to Insight.

Existence unraveled.

Runes bloomed in my vision, stacked in intricate designs that lingered just under the emerald sheen.

"This shield," I whispered, largely to myself as the runes revealed themselves progressively, "isn't opposing deathmist in the least. It's fooling it."

Steve whipped his head around, a spark of lightning flashing down his limb. "Fooling it in what way, precisely?"

"It doesn't halt the corruption," I clarified steadily. "It projects a misleading mark. To the domain, they appear as native presences. They appear… sanctioned."

North's gaze sharpened. "So they're not protected."

"No," I said. "They're granted passage here. That grant can be withdrawn."

The weaponless Eternal released a gentle, nearly admiring laugh, clasping his hands at his back like an observer seeing a trial proceed as planned.

"Observant," he noted. "Much more observant than typical entities at your level. You're not just enduring the domain—you're analyzing it, seeking a way beyond."