My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 800 Hall Of Law

My senses remained sharp and unaltered, unlike the distortions of past visions. Rather, they were wholly relocated, drawn from my flesh and fixed in a remote spot far outside the hall's confines. I hung in the void above a massive world, gazing at its full expanse from a vantage that revealed everything in a single sweep. The realm beneath pulsed with vitality, its seas sprawling without end along the arched skyline, its landmasses anchored steadfastly amid wandering cloud banks.

Delving further with my gaze, I spotted a flourishing society too. Curiously, the inhabitants were Elves. Their mightiest was an Upper Transcendent, and several more Upper Transcendents existed among them.

For a fleeting instant, all seemed in order.

Then the seas came to a standstill.

The halt was abrupt. The swells didn't taper or fade. They froze outright, immobilized as if movement itself had been banished. The water's face hung impossibly still, trapped in a configuration defying natural rules. Moments afterward, fissures raced over the immobilized liquid, not mere ice splits but like the fraying of reality. The ocean broke apart into tiny grains and scattered into oblivion, abandoning a hollow void in its former domain.

The disruption expanded outward.

Ancient peaks that had endured for eons started to crumble, not tumbling by weight but dissolving as if the pull of gravity had vanished. Streams evaporated in their rush. The air grew sparse and ripped asunder.

It required just a handful of heartbeats for me to grasp the unfolding catastrophe.

No outside assault targeted the world. Its fundamental principles were merely fading from being.

The fabric of existence was coming apart.

Successively, each power shaping the realm gave way, until no bonds held it intact. The globe didn't burst apart. It didn't ignite in flames. It merely unwound, its very being wiped out as the rules upholding it perished utterly.

My awareness snapped back at once.

I occupied the patterned chamber once more, my form steady, my stance unaltered. The ebony and ivory squares extended flawlessly under the quiet columns. The meaning of that sight eluded me. No trace of Theras appeared, nor any blade, and even the System was absent.

Thus, only one course lay open. Advance.

I lifted my foot and placed it upon the initial pale square.

Right away, a silhouette emerged from a dark square nearby, solidifying upward into a figure that throbbed with savage bolts of electricity. The power sprang from within, not the surroundings, anchoring its presence much like my own Generator Core secured mine.

Simultaneously, the constraint gripped me.

All principles inside me quieted save for a single one.

Electricity persisted.

Space offered no reply. Time stayed mute. Absolute slumbered under the enforced limit. Solely electricity coursed unbound through my pathways, as if the chamber had singled it out on purpose.

At last, the revelation clicked. That world fell apart because its principles vanished. This space revolved around such principles. Yet that sparked a fresh puzzle: what tied it to the blade or Theras?

The silhouette lifted its limb and unleashed its strike without pause. A focused bolt of electricity ripped in my direction, its velocity and thickness tuned for swift annihilation. I countered head-on, unleashing my electricity to block it short of my frame. The clash erupted in a fierce burst that shredded the gap between us.

I angled my head a touch while scrutinizing the silhouette nearer, and it grew plain that it commanded the primary law of electricity as I did. Beyond that, its mastery was polished, its grip firm. The electricity shaping it showed no waste or waver. It stayed packed, restrained, and yielded to its command.

The silhouette elevated its limb deliberately, and the electricity encircling it started to gather. The stray bolts fused swiftly, squeezing into one spot before stretching out, crafting a lengthy lance forged purely from electricity. Its skin sparked with furious power.

In turn, I projected my resolve.

Electricity raced along my pathways and amassed ahead of me, molding and forming per my design. The force coiled and swelled, birthing a purple fork with three tines aglow in thick bolts. Unlike its lance, my creation held steady without outburst. It kept its ruinous might leashed inside its precise form.

The silhouette hurled its assault.

The electric lance pierced the air at me. I loosed my fork simultaneously, propelling it ahead.

The creations met in clash.

Briefly, the electric lance held firm, its build striving to preserve wholeness against the denser pressure of my strike. Then the fork pierced through.

The lance exploded apart, its packed essence unable to endure the drive of my creation. My fork pressed on undiminished and impaled the silhouette squarely.

Its frame seized as the electricity invaded its heart.

Its build came undone in a flash. Splits raced over its shape before it broke down fully, its form folding into void as the electricity devoured it from inside.

A principle shard lingered afloat in its place.

I invoked Abyss Core and absorbed the shard. Its grasp of the electric law surged into my thoughts, and accordingly, the peak in my Dawn Core symbolizing elements surged with greater electricity.

Upon the square where the silhouette had risen, a male human essence appeared. As prior, it inclined in respect then scattered into motes of essence power that blended straight into mine.

My essence tightened more, its thickness rising while its volume held steady.

I advanced once more.

Pale square.

Dark square.

Yet another silhouette ascended from the dark square, its shape more shadowed than before, its edges wavering with subtle warps flickering nearby. The instant it took full shape, I sensed the change inside. Electricity hushed, and solely space stirred.

The silhouette hoisted its limb and executed a plain sideways cut through the void. No blade showed. Rather, a lone dark speck materialized before it.

The speck advanced on me.

In its path, it divided.

One turned to two. Two grew to four. Four multiplied to scores. Each dark mote fanned wide, encircling me in a broad curve before rushing together at once.

As they neared my reach, they imploded.

Every speck warped savagely, curling inward like tiny abysses, dragging all toward their midst. The nearby void twisted oddly, the ground below fracturing as the implosion deepened. They didn't batter me bodily. They consumed the void I filled, seeking to obliterate me by stripping the framework letting me endure.

I dipped my head a fraction. It formed a neat strike that even appealed to me.

I unleashed my counter.