My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 802 Destroyed Lineage

He hesitated for a moment.

"I recall utterly destroying your whole family," he went on steadily. "How exactly did you manage to live through it?"

I stared in confusion, struggling to grasp his words. His eyes showed no trace of insanity, and his tone carried no hint of bewilderment or illusion. He expressed himself with total confidence, like he was reliving a long-resolved incident from the past.

"What are you getting at?" The words escaped my lips before I could hold them back.

"Exactly what I stated," he responded without pause. "I wiped out your entire bloodline. How did you make it out alive? I sense your scent—it's the core lineage, right? Who's your father? And beyond that, what place is this?"

Frustration crept across his features as he massaged his brow once more. Behind him, his wings adjusted, their plumes whispering gently in the motionless atmosphere of the chamber.

Yet my attention had shifted away from his annoyance.

It centered on his earlier statement.

My bloodline.

The term hung in my mind, loaded with deep significance.

What on earth was he referring to?

I'd never laid eyes on him previously. His name had only surfaced in the broken images from the tome. Still, he talked like he'd faced my forebears himself and finished them off personally.

'What's happening here?' the thought reverberated inside me.

I compelled myself to stay composed, quelling the rising pressure in my Essence on instinct. Acting rashly would bring no benefit. Grasping his situation would.

"What's the last thing you recall?" I inquired, keeping my tone even amid the whirlwind of queries in my head. If he genuinely held those beliefs, his recollections could uncover the reality of why he was here.

He didn't reply right away.

His stare moved off me, distant, like he was probing his inner thoughts instead of the surroundings. His wings drooped a bit, the stiff poise relaxing as he shut his eyes.

Several moments passed in silence.

Finally, he uttered words.

"I was battling," he murmured deliberately, his voice softer, tinged with doubt. "I had the upper hand, and then…"

His eyes squeezed tight in a flash, and right then, his whole demeanor transformed. The serene control from before shattered, giving way to a much icier edge.

His aura burst forth. It swelled with immense force, bearing down on the chamber in quiet command. His wings tensed at his back, their motion controlled.

"Then came the betrayal."

The phrase emerged not in rage. It came with precision.

His look intensified as it locked back on me, examining me with fresh focus, as if my being now held a completely different significance based on his recalled events.

"You…" he drawled. "Your existence defies reason."

"You're wrong," I countered smoothly. "We've never met."

He regarded me in extended quiet, saying nothing. His crimson gaze stayed steady, no wavering, as he scanned my features, hunting for some trace of the known lurking there. Then a soft laugh escaped him, deep and empty of mirth.

"I might not recognize you," he noted, "but that blood pulsing in your veins—I do. And that's sufficient to end you."

He lifted his hand gradually.

My senses heightened at once. Essence rushed along my pathways, steadying and poised. My principles stirred deep inside, poised to unleash. Every fiber screamed that even his slightest motion might unleash repercussions beyond my current grasp.

Yet no strike came. He merely pointed his finger my way.

A dim golden light gathered at the end.

It seemed faint, nearly innocuous at first glance, but the instant it flickered to life, a part of me stirred in response.

My blood froze.

The circulation in my vessels ceased entirely, locked as if time had paused just inside me. The feeling hit sudden and eerie. My limbs stiffened on their own.

Next, the blood lit up.

The golden radiance seeped into my bloodstream, lighting it from the core. I watched it under my flesh—slender trails of light mapping over my limbs, throat, torso. The shine grew brighter, heeding not my control, but his command.

Theras let out another chuckle.

Now, the grin twisting his lips differed.

Feral.

Not chaotic, but free, like he'd verified a discovery he'd anticipated.

"There, you see?" he whispered. "Just as I claimed."

His stare stayed pinned on me, those eyes ablaze with conviction.

"I detect that blood from a distant world."

He dropped his hand.

The light vanished in a heartbeat.

My blood surged back to motion, returning my body's rhythm as if the interruption never occurred. Still, the impact echoed in my thoughts, the intrusion vivid. No contact had been made. No power through Essence or principle in the usual way. He'd just aimed at me, and my form had yielded to him.

"Tell me now," he pressed on, tone even once more, "who's your father, boy… and what is this location?"

That sealed it. Sufficient to make even me acknowledge what I'd been denying.

He was aware of my heritage. He detected a link in my blood to a history I hadn't fully pieced together. The assurance in his words stemmed from no speculation. It was recollection.

I chose to probe how much he actually remembered, and how much of his assertions came from knowledge versus gut feeling.

"My father's name is Julius Ironhart," I stated.

Theras cocked his head a touch, his scarlet eyes tightening as he delved into his past. No quick spark of awareness appeared, just thoughtful assessment as he weighed the name against his remaining shards of memory.

"Doesn't ring a bell," he admitted shortly. "Who was Julius's father?"

"No idea," I shot back without delay.

His face grew stern.

"Explain yourself."

"I mean it—I have no knowledge of my grandfather."

It rang true. I'd never encountered him. Not even learned his identity with any sureness. In our kin, that branch of ancestry stayed hushed, like it tied to an era everyone preferred forgotten. Only my grandmother, among the seniors, had influenced my early years.

Fresh annoyance etched Theras's expression.

His digits flexed faintly by his hip, wings stirring in bottled unrest.

"And this place—where is it?" he demanded once more.

I shook my head deliberately.

"Unclear," I responded. "Seems like some ancient remnant. That's the extent of what I've uncovered."

He blinked, his focus sliding from me as if verifying my claim with his own detection. Then he stretched his arm aside, splaying his fingers into the void.

The chamber responded without delay.