My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 805 Bound By Blood

Theras's wings tucked away behind his back while he came down, his feet landing gently on the stone ground, a sharp difference from the power that had hurled him away just before. The runes in the chamber faded little by little, their job done, with only the remaining strain hanging heavy in the air. He avoided looking my way. All his focus stayed locked on the shape next to me, his stare firm and unwavering, like he was verifying something he'd thought impossible.

A few moments passed in silence from him.

"Who are you?" he finally questioned.

His tone stayed even, yet I sensed the strain hidden underneath.

The shadow held off on replying right away. It stayed still, its shape made purely of shadows, soaking up the dim light around without bouncing it back. Then, bit by bit, it lifted its hand and pressed it to its chest.

The outer layer of its shape cracked open.

A narrow split extended from where it touched, forking out over its form like a fracture in brittle glass. The dark parts didn't burst apart wildly. Rather, they stripped off in thin sheets, breaking into tiny bits that faded into the air nearby.

A male figure was left standing there.

He positioned himself in front of us with easy poise.

He seemed around thirty years old at first glance, his stance laid-back, nearly casual, in a spot where everything else felt tense. Loose silver hair reached his shoulders, the locks picking up the weak glow in the room, and his eyes shone with a gentle, constant blue hue. Confidence radiated from him, but not the stiff type from power. Black robes draped his body, hands clasped behind him.

A subtle, sly grin formed on his lips as he met Theras's eyes directly.

"Long time no see, brother."

'Brother.'

My thoughts froze, struggling to connect what I'd heard with all I'd assumed up to that point. I'd been dead sure of who he was from the instant he showed up. Those chains had sealed it for me. They were impossible to mistake. I could still spot them now, dimly overlaid under the real world. Endless chains reached out from him in all directions, going past what I could sense, disappearing into far-off places outside this chamber or plane. They weren't holding him down. They came straight from his core.

This turned out to be the Chained Fallen. The entity I'd wrongly pegged as Theras.

But still—

Brother?

The idea wouldn't click smoothly in my head. If this guy was truly his brother, their shared past ran much deeper than just captivity or rivalry. And those visions from the book—why had they shown me scenes about Theras, not the Fallen?

I turned my eyes to Theras.

For the initial time since showing up, his calm broke apart.

His crimson eyes grew wide, the spinning black X inside stopping short as his energy wavered wildly around his frame. It didn't burst out, but grew unstable, rising and dropping in irregular beats that exposed an emotion I'd never caught from him prior.

Shock.

His stare fixed on the silver-haired man's features, probing with a fervor close to doubt, as if waiting for the sight in front of him to dissolve into a trick.

It didn't happen.

The man with silver hair just remained there, steady and at ease.

Theras's face contorted.

The surprise shifted to a much gloomier feeling.

His teeth ground together, jaw locking tight while his energy swelled once more, driven by raw feeling instead of control.

"Brother?" he echoed, his tone deep and cutting, the words pushed out through bottled rage. "You don't deserve to call me that, you traitor."

The silver-haired man's grin grew a touch broader.

No fury showed on his face. No sorrow.

Just entertainment.

"Come now," he remarked offhandedly, his voice nearly teasing. "We've been apart for ages. The very least you could manage is a hug for your big brother."

His words sounded breezy, yet they carried a heavy load.

Theras's wings tensed up behind him, the space nearby warping as his energy flared at the taunt. His red eyes blazed with clear enmity, the control from earlier swapped for a deeper, more intimate kind.

"Amun," he uttered, his voice turning icier than ever. "Don't forget my promise."

That name stuck in my thoughts.

Amun.

"I will erase you from existence."

And from Theras's look, I could tell the warning held real weight. No overstatement colored his words, no bid to scare. He stated it with the hushed assurance of one who'd pictured the deed and embraced its certainty.

The chained fallen, known as Amun, lifted his other hand and rubbed the side of his head idly, like they were chatting about nothing important instead of vows to wipe each other out.

"I can't remember how much time has passed since you swore that," Amun noted breezily. "Yet here I am, thriving. Actually, I'd claim I've gotten better. Even more striking in looks than you now. You seem aged, brother."

The jab came soft, nearly fond.

On this occasion, Theras held back his response.

His energy, surging just seconds before, went utterly still. His wings drew in behind him gradually, the motion precise and intentional, like he'd willfully tamped down the feelings trying to break free.

Instead, he scanned the hall, his red eyes examining the build with fresh sharpness. A subtle dark wave emanated from his form, sweeping over the floors, columns, and very atmosphere.

"So you built this location," he observed. He lifted his hand to inspect his palm. Without pause, he curled his fingers shut. His hand crumbled away.

It fell into tiny dark specks, scattering like powder in the breeze before piecing back together just as before. He observed it all with composure, probing the essence of his being.

"Oh," he murmured quietly. "So I'm just an avatar formed from a bit of my blood."

A slight grin touched his lips.

"Good."

His eyes rose to meet Amun's again.

"I guess you have gotten better, after all."

For the first instance since arriving, Amun's grin dimmed a bit. He kept his cool, but the easy fun toned down, giving way to a more careful demeanor.

Theras turned his focus. His red eyes drifted from Amun over to me. The intensity of that look hit me at once.

"Let me guess," he stated. "He's the one you're setting up to take your spot."

He tsked and shook his head deliberately.

"So much for your rigid principles. You're still holding onto that fantasy, huh? Amun, you're truly a fool."

Amun's grin came back.

This one was subtler, yet real.

"Maybe," he conceded. "But I like my path. Can you claim the same?"

Theras eyed him for a handful of seconds, his face giving nothing away.

Then he shook his head.

"No point throwing words at you," he replied evenly. "I'm sure the true me has nabbed some of your avatars too. And you can picture what he's doing to them."

He let out a low chuckle.

The noise held zero joy.

"Let me check your new strength."

He lifted his hand and swept it ahead.

The world altered.

Amun disappeared from my side and popped up right before Theras, the shift happening without any clear movement. It matched the unavoidable pull Theras had used on me earlier.

"You underestimate me, brother," Amun answered steadily. He pressed his palms together.

And clapped.

The noise came gentle. Yet the impact struck fast.

Three additional shapes materialized near Theras. They mirrored him perfectly. Every one gripped a blade.

Not everyday arms. The very sword I'd witnessed stuck at the mountain's top in the vision. Their edges gleamed black, etched with that lone silver streak down the middle, their aura bearing a gravity beyond mere matter.

Theras spotted them, and his face grew stormy.