My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 792 Climb And Claim

Without a moment's pause, Theras placed his foot on the initial stone along the mountain trail.

The atmosphere shifted right as his sole touched it.

At first, the change was barely noticeable, a slight compression in the surrounding area, like the mountain had suddenly sensed him there. The breeze, which had blown casually earlier, now swirled in a new pattern, no longer wandering without purpose but rotating gradually around the route in front, pulled toward the top where the blade rested.

He pressed on, keeping his crimson gaze aimed high.

The trail was slim, etched straight into the mountain's core, its face polished sleek by ages or travelers. The rock under his boots gleamed darkly, nearly like metal, with subtle cracks tracing over it similar to blood vessels. Every stride brought him nearer to the mist overhead, nearer to the weapon lodged in the summit.

Suddenly, the mountain stirred.

On the stone just before him, the rock grew darker. A darkness expanded outward in an eerie way, gathering like fluid over the face. It lifted gradually, separating from the mountain as if it had always been separate.

A shape took form. It lacked a visage. No traits at all. Just a roughly human outline made purely from thick black darkness. Its edges shimmered unsteadily, yet its existence pressed with force.

It blocked his way.

Theras kept going. His right palm slid steadily to his hip. A blade materialized in his hold. Its edge shone perfect silver, straight and spotless, mirroring the faint glow nearby. The hilt gleamed white, sleek and plain, and a slender black strip dangled from its end, fluttering softly in the peak's gusts.

He grasped it relaxed in one fist.

The darkness struck first. It surged ahead silently, its shape elongating oddly as it narrowed the gap.

Theras advanced to confront it. His limb swept in one fluid, simple action.

The edge sliced the atmosphere. A vivid azure streak burst from the weapon's tip, ripping ahead with fierce velocity. It bridged the space in a flash and sliced through the darkness's core without hindrance.

The shape divided neatly into two.

For an instant, both parts hung in place. Then they crumbled, fading into void as if they had never been real.

Theras didn't falter. He kept ascending.

The mountain countered at once. Now two darknesses arose. Then four. They burst from the rock, shaping right in his route and on the slabs nearby. Their actions quickened, their outlines thicker, sharper.

Theras lifted his blade a bit.

A soft azure glow flared around the edge, sheathing it in raw blade will. The darknesses charged as one. Theras disappeared. His appendages adjusted once, and his frame blurred ahead beyond sight's grasp. He materialized next to the closest darkness, his weapon already swinging.

The edge went through its throat and the shape vanished right away.

He spun gracefully, his limb carving a broad sideways curve. A half-moon of azure glow ripped from the blade, spanning the tight trail and cleaving two more darknesses through their middles. Their frames parted, breaking into floating bits before vanishing for good.

The last darkness pounced from his rear.

Theras stayed facing forward. His appendages tensed a touch. He faded once more and rematerialized at its back, his edge already falling. The weapon severed its backbone neatly.

The darkness fell apart and he went back to climbing.

Additional darknesses surfaced.

Their count grew per stride.

Six.

Ten.

Twenty.

They started appearing on the cliff sides, leaping down to the trail from overhead, surging up straight from under his soles. Theras's face stayed unchanged.

Blaze sparked along the edge. Inferno twisted around the silver metal, scorching without devouring it. He advanced and slashed. A fiery curve trailed the swing, spreading wide and ripping into the nearing darknesses. Their shapes scorched at once, crumbling to dust before touching him.

A darkness dashed from his flank.

Now thunder burst along his weapon. He jabbed the edge ahead. A streak of thunder shot from its point, hitting the darkness and linking straight to the ones trailing it. Thunder raced through their shapes, freezing them before exploding them to pieces.

He pressed on relentlessly.

His appendages drove him onward, his form streaking between spots quicker than the darknesses could respond. Every sweep of his blade held total force to end them in a single pass.

A darkness materialized overhead, plummeting down with bizarre swiftness.

Theras glanced upward. His crimson orbs shimmered softly.

A scarlet ray burst from them.

It hit the darkness head-on, shredding its frame and shooting skyward before vanishing. He arrived at the mountain's halfway mark.

The darknesses intensified. Their shapes turned thicker, their motions swifter, their strikes united. They quit charging wildly.

They battled.

One barreled at him upfront as another hit from the rear.

Theras strode ahead, his weapon lifting straight up.

The edge clashed with the lead darkness's limb and sliced it without effort.

He rotated his frame and rammed his elbow rearward, smashing the trailing darkness's core and breaking its shape just long enough for his blade to strike next. The edge stabbed its torso, and thunder burst out, obliterating it on the spot.

Three others converged.

He bounded skyward, his appendages fanning out.

From above, he slashed his weapon down. A huge curve of azure glow plunged with the action, slamming into the trail underneath and wiping the darknesses clean.

He touched down gracefully and kept rising.

His breaths stayed even. His face serene. He climbed to three-fourths of the mountain's rise.

And suddenly—

The shift hit. The darknesses ceased rising. The mountain went quiet. Theras moved onto the following stone.

A shape waited there.

It hadn't emerged from the rock. It had just materialized. It clutched a blade. Its outline blurred, hazy, like it partly dwelled beyond sight.

Theras neared it steadily.

He swung his edge. The silver weapon chopped down in a sharp, final arc. The shape reacted. Its blade lifted smoothly and blocked the blow.

The edges met.

For the initial time on his ascent—

Theras's strike halted. The clash didn't shatter the shape's poise. It didn't shove it back.

It endured.

Flawlessly.

Theras's crimson eyes tightened a fraction as he sensed the pushback. Its edge stayed firm, blocking his swing as if it had foreseen not just the action, but the drive fueling it.

For a short instant, the edges stayed pressed.

Then Theras's eyes blazed.

Scarlet glow sparked inside them, thick and savage, focusing at one spot before bursting out. A focused ray ripped from his stare and slammed the darkness square in the visage. The power warped the air and forced the shape rearward.

Theras anticipated its frame to burst from the hit, to fade like the rest had.

It didn't.

Instead, its soles scraped over the rock as it slid back on the slab, its shape wavering but holding together.

Theras acted right away. His appendages quivered once, and his frame vanished. He rematerialized at the shape's rear before it steadied, his weapon already aflame. The inferno wound along the silver edge, glowing fierce and restrained, its warmth twisting the area nearby.

He thrust the weapon ahead. The edge stabbed through the darkness's torso neatly. For a split second, the shape stayed still.

Then the inferno exploded.

Blaze surged from the pierce point, swallowing the darkness whole. Its outline unraveled fast, its edges fracturing as the blaze ate it from inside. The gloom forming its frame folded in, losing hold before crumbling to floating cinders that blew away in the peak's winds.

Theras withdrew his weapon in a fluid pull and shook it aside gently, the blaze fading quick as the edge shone silver once more.

He spun and kept ascending. His speed stayed the same. But his senses grew keener. He stepped to the next stone.

Another shape loomed ready.

This one gripped a blade too. And its edge blazed with inferno.

The blaze matched his exactly. They didn't waver wildly. They wound snug along the rim, mastered, exact, echoing the precise form of his last strike.

Theras halted.

A gradual grin spread. His hold on his weapon firmed a touch.

Blaze sparked along his own edge, flaring in reply, fiercer and heavier, their warmth building as they sheathed the silver metal.

But under the blaze—

Something else emerged.

Rage.

"A cheap copy," he said calmly. His appendages adjusted. And he faded.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!