My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 793 On The Summit
Previously on My Talent's Name Is Generator...
The instant those words escaped his lips, Theras disappeared, his wings propelling him ahead with fierce accuracy. Flames trailing from his sword formed a lengthy streak of fiery glow as he bridged the gap to the shadow in mere moments.
Suddenly, he materialized beside it and lashed out.
His blazing sword sliced sideways at the shadow's midsection, the intense heat from the edge already charring the ground below prior to any clash. The shadow responded without delay, lifting its own fiery armament to counter the blow. When the weapons met, their flames burst forth, intertwining wildly like predators vying for dominance.
A solid pushback met Theras's effort. It held its own with matching determination.
His grin stretched a bit further.
Rather than pulling away, he advanced, channeling more power into his weapon. The blaze on his blade flared up, becoming more vivid and compact as Essence flowed through his limb. With a flick of his wrist, he guided his sword along the shadow's edge, turning aside the opposition before withdrawing and slashing once more from below.
On this occasion, the shadow adapted more swiftly, bringing its sword down to parry the incoming assault.
Theras blinked out of sight once more.
He rematerialized overhead, tucking his wings close as he plunged earthward, his sword already arcing down in a straight chop. The flames concentrated on the blade's rim burned fiercer than earlier, and upon hitting the shadow's guard, the force splintered the platform underfoot.
The shadow withstood the hit.
Its weapon stayed intact.
Rather than yielding, it adjusted its stance and lunged its blade ahead.
The scorching tip stabbed into Theras's flank.
Crimson liquid flowed over his frame.
Theras winced, yet his gaze ignited in red, unleashing a focused ray that shot straight at the shadow's skull. The blast hurled it rearward over the rock, its steps gouging heavy furrows into the trail.
He dashed forward without pause.
His wings whisked him to its rear before recovery, and his sword blazed anew, now overlaid with crackling bolts atop the inferno. Sparks danced wildly over the metal as he drove it onward.
The blade punched through the shadow's rear and burst out the front.
Blaze burst from the injury, chased by bolts that ripped apart its insides. The shadow quivered as its shape crumbled, fragments dispersing into wisps of dust that drifted away.
"As I said, just a cheap copy." Theras withdrew his sword and resumed his ascent.
A second shadow arose a few levels up.
This figure wielded a blade sheathed completely in electricity. Slender bolts slithered over its tool and extended into the surrounding atmosphere. It darted the second Theras neared, fading from view and popping up at his back.
Theras spun around and hoisted his sword barely in time. A explosion of sparks marked their weapons' meeting.
Electric current raced up his limb, but he pressed on regardless, advancing and pressing his edge against the shadow's. He rotated his wrist to divert the force before arcing his swing skyward.
Bolts exploded from his sword, shredding the shadow's core.
The shadow reeled. Theras offered no reprieve.
His wings lifted him high, and from that height, he hammered his sword down with flames and sparks raging along its length.
The blow cleaved the shadow from top to hip.
Its form crumpled and vanished.
Without a second thought, he kept ascending.
The third shadow took shape.
Then the fourth.
Then the fifth.
Then the sixth.
Every one more powerful.
Every one quicker.
Every one compelling him to dig further within.
As he vanquished them, their edges gashed his flesh. Blazes ignited the route with his sweeps. Sparks demolished their bodies with his lunges. He warped distance to close in swifter and employed his wings to outpace their assaults.
Marks from their hits marred his figure. Crimson stained his limbs. Feathers ripped in spots.
Regardless, he pressed on. At last, he arrived at the last segment before the peak.
The atmosphere felt denser. The blade overhead stayed quiet, observing.
The seventh shadow materialized.
It coalesced gradually, its frame emerging from the rock like an eternal fixture. Its sword materialized in its grasp, poised and unyielding.
Theras advanced.
The shadow faded away.
Sensing the motion at his rear, he whirled immediately, lifting his sword.
A ferocious clash shook their blades.
The shock sent him stumbling back a few paces, soles grinding over the surface. This shadow possessed vastly superior might compared to its predecessors. Its weapon lashed out again right away, aiming low at his collar.
Theras blocked the downswing, though the power surged through his arm and frame, tensing his sinews.
The shadow attacked once more. Its edge flashed toward his flank. He contorted to lessen the blow, but the tip still sliced his side.
Crimson flowed.
Theras's face set in resolve.
His wings flared out and shoved him away, widening the gap. His sword kindled with blaze and bolts combined, the forces coiling around the steel.
He lunged ahead and slashed. The motion ripped a twisting ray through the sky, slamming into the shadow squarely.
The shadow weathered it.
It advanced amid the blaze.
Its weapon stabbed his upper arm.
Ache radiated across him, yet he held ground.
On the contrary, he bent space to draw himself closer beyond the shadow's response. His sword stabbed its torso.
Yet the shadow warped time. Its form eased back just enough to shallow the penetration.
Theras countered at once. He slowed time encircling him. The shadow's actions elongated. In that instant, he plunged his sword further.
Blaze burst forth.
Bolts came next.
Distance imploded near the gash.
The shadow fought back. Its edge dug further into his arm.
Crimson cascaded along his limb. Theras's eyes glowed red-hot. A ray blasted from them up close, hitting the shadow's crown and shoving it away.
He pressed on.
His sword blazed more intensely than prior. He unleashed a full-powered swing. Distance bent along the trajectory. Time steadied near the blow. Blaze and bolts fused in a rush. The sword fully impaled the shadow.
Its frame disintegrated. The void folded into oblivion.
Theras stayed on his feet. His breaths came ragged. Crimson drenched his form. His wings dangled raggedly at his back.
Yet he hadn't toppled.
For a few beats, Theras lingered, his torso heaving as he inhaled air that scorched his chest from the grueling rise. Crimson kept seeping from the gashes on his skin, carving slender trails over his limbs and pattering onto the rock below. His wings drooped behind, ragged and bloodied, their vigor exhausted in the fray that demanded his utmost. Still, he held firm, clutching the silver sword securely, his determination unshaken.
He raised his gaze.
The sword lingered. It ignored the chaos that had raged down the slope. It stayed rooted in the peak's stone, as if predating the mountain's very creation.
Theras started toward it.
========================================