My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 803 Inevitable

A subtle hum coursed through the room, vibrating so intensely it reached deep into the floor's foundation. The atmosphere twisted as waves radiated from his lifted palm, sweeping over the dark and light tiles and climbing the massive columns. As a result, symbols started to ignite vividly.

These symbols emerged all around, bursting into light on the walls, the columns, and even hanging in the atmosphere, building a huge barrier that only showed itself because of his arrival. Their designs differed from anything I'd encountered previously. They held no likeness to System creations or current rune setups.

Theras's gaze intensified.

"What is this?" he inquired softly.

Before he advanced any more, the dark tiles under his boots shuddered fiercely.

Chains burst upward.

They shot out from the shadowy liquid without notice, their shapes hardening as they coiled around his extended limb. One chain gripped his wrist firmly, then another snaked around his lower arm, and a third locked onto his upper arm. Their actions were exact and ruthless, securing him fully before he could respond.

"What?" he uttered, real shock entering his tone for the initial time.

The chains constricted.

They yanked downward.

His limb got pulled back down to his body.

The waves in the atmosphere calmed at once. The symbols dimmed, disappearing as if they'd never been there. The chamber fell quiet again.

Yet Theras stayed agitated.

I sensed the rage building inside him. His eyes turned back to me, shimmering softly under their red tint, holding back a new level of enmity that hadn't been there earlier. He didn't talk right away. He just fixed his stare on me, intense with blame, scheming, and a deeper emotion still hidden from full view.

"So you hold all the secrets," he grumbled.

Before the last syllable escaped his lips, he disappeared.

No shift occurred, no warp in space from his shift. He materialized right before me. His digit was already thrusting, aiming directly at my brow with deadly accuracy.

'Node 3 activate.'

My form reacted without delay. Power flooded every pathway, every muscle strand clenching as my body and neural limits surged upward. Reality decelerated from the boost, my awareness broadening while my thoughts handled the approaching danger at heightened pace.

I unleashed a time wave.

It expanded from my frame in a directed surge, creating opposition to the flow of actions nearby. His digit froze mere inches from my brow, trapped in the warped time zone.

For a split second, his eyes grew wide.

Then he sneered.

The time hold broke apart. His advance picked up as if the pause hadn't happened, his digit pressing on with the same unyielding aim.

But I'd shifted position already.

My left palm darted out and seized his wrist, halting his push before it could touch. His flesh felt authentic under my hold, firm and immovable, much denser than his build implied.

Our stares met.

Then I noticed the strengthening shine in his scarlet pupils. I'd witnessed it in the foresight.

So I anticipated the follow-up.

My right knuckles launched ahead without pause, striking true against his jaw. The blow jerked his head back, breaking his assault.

A red ray blasted from his eyes right away, shooting forth in a direct path. It ripped through the area over my skull, bypassing me thanks to his tilted posture. The ray hit the far barrier and sliced into old rock like it was insignificant.

Despite his head being thrust up, his frame resisted yielding simply. His mass felt unnatural, rooted by forces exceeding normal weight. I refused him a chance to regroup.

My hand thrust ahead, Essence gathering at my digits as I triggered the ability.

[Sanctum of Judgement]

Five tiny packed Essence orbs appeared right away at my finger ends, each one held steady by pressure. They held ruinous power far greater than their scale.

My hand slammed into his torso.

BOOM!

The blast erupted from the strike point, unleashing focused power straight into his frame. He got hurled back through the air, the force propelling him over the chamber.

He spread his wings at once, steadying his flight before smashing into the remote columns. The plumes adjusted gracefully, scattering the leftover force as he stopped a few meters distant.

He dropped his sight to his torso.

Burn marks radiated from the hit spot, his skin tone darkening where the Essence had landed. The harm showed clearly, impossible to deny.

But it wasn't deep.

He lifted his head gradually.

This round, no annoyance lingered in them.

Just curiosity. "You are strong," Theras stated, his tone steady, nearly praising. "As expected from the Ironhart lineage. Still, this is a mystery. You should not exist, but do not worry. It seems you are not aware of yourself either. I will pull the answer out of you myself."

While he talked, his build started to alter. His structure grew bit by bit, his stance rising as his stature stretched to almost eight feet. His scarlet eyes spun oddly, the red pupils whirling like balls before stopping suddenly, forming a dark X in their middle.

He shrugged his shoulder once.

"Something is wrong here," he whispered low. "I need to know."

He lifted his palm once more. My frame responded right away. Before I could issue a deliberate order, I was positioned straight in his path, my spot changed against my will. His uplifted palm angled up, his digit pointing at my brow.

Astonishment flooded me, but reflex overcame doubt.

I shifted behind him.

Or at least—

I tried to. I caught him tsking his tongue. And moments later, I was before him anew.

His digit kept its path.

It pressed on its gradual approach to my brow, unbroken, untouched by my relocation. My Psynapse surged active, scanning each level of existence nearby, each shift, each twist, yet found no trace.

And still I got pulled back. Essence churned wildly in my center as I fired a huge burst outward. The blast wave spread every way, strong enough to shred all in the chamber.

But it never hit the barriers. It never touched him.

The Essence turned back.

It folded inward, sucked back to my center like it had stayed inside.

01:07

"What is that?" Theras whispered, his digit halting for the first instance. His face changed a bit, true astonishment piercing his composed front. "That does not belong to you."

I disregarded him.

I triggered Absolute Elemental Shift.

My form started to scatter, dissolving into basic elements, leaving its solid shape to ready for relocation out of his grasp.

"No, you don't," Theras remarked with a slight grin.

And right then, my shape reformed. Positioned precisely as before. His digit kept coming forward.

For the first time after ages, irritation rose inside me. Node 3 operated. My body measures exceeded typical Transcendent bounds. My laws ranked major. Yet nothing counted.

No time rewind or space command came from him.

So I ramped up.

I engaged my domain completely.

The atmosphere quaked as the old slab lowered, its aura enforcing total control over the nearby area. Purple Essence saturated the room as my domain took hold, dominating all it covered.

Theras tilted his head up a touch.

"Fascinating," he murmured gently, his eyes fixing on the lowering device. "But it is not enough."

He grinned tauntingly. And then my domain faded. My link to it cut off instantly, like it had never formed.

At last, his digit pressed my brow.

"Now," he said softly, "let me see what is going on here."

Far past the chamber, far beyond the drifting continent and the shattered remains, somewhere in the infinite void of space, another event played out.

In a desolate zone free of glow or form, a lone figure hovered in the emptiness. His head drooped low, his lengthy, tangled locks hiding his features. Tattered garments hung slack on his body. Red chains drifted nearby, restraining him.

Nothing was there.

Just him.

And quiet.

Until gold flecks emerged.

They assembled gradually, floating close before shaping into a clear outline. The glow brightened as the flecks merged, crafting the outline of a female.

Defender Aurora appeared before him.

Before she uttered a word, the bound figure spoke.

"It's your mess," he said.

"You handle it."