My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 830 Void Erasure

******* [Knight's PoV]

As soon as Billion issued the command, I sprang into action.

All teleportation hubs within the capital remained operational, and the one where I emerged was labeled number 43. Five portals were arranged in a semicircle, each emitting a gentle hum from their embedded spatial coordinates. From the details Lyrate had gathered, the third portal counting from the left would transport me to the Hollow Star outpost close to Zaraboom.

Approaching it, my tail flicked once at my back, while the black robes of the Order of Absolute draped over me like a shroud of living darkness. Right before I could cross into the ring, resistance hit me.

The whole city remained gripped by a spatial lockdown.

I halted and connected inwardly via the bond linking me to Billion. For such a basic task, the Sovereign Link wasn't necessary. A subtle wave of intention sent my words across.

'There's a spatial lock on the city.'

In less than a heartbeat, the barrier melted away like ice beneath the sun's rays.

'Make haste.'

His response came short and sharp, yet I detected the intense concentration underlying it.

Entering the portal, I advanced.

Space warped around me.

The sensation of transit varied slightly by anchor location, but this passage felt fluid, almost leisurely in its tug. While my form broke down into packed coordinates, my mind wandered to the individual who dispatched me.

Just earlier that day, an abrupt surge had washed over me.

An unexpected boost unrelated to my personal practice or toil. My grasp of space laws had deepened abruptly, gaining crystal-clear focus as though a misty veil had been wiped from my thoughts. Initially, I figured it stemmed from mere nearness resonance, yet the magnitude seemed far too grand.

Billion had advanced a level.

He had evolved.

And true to form, his growth lifted us all.

A soft chuckle escaped me as the transit pathway elongated into trails of faint illumination around my being.

In our eyes, he didn't manifest as an ordinary human. Not really. Viewing him via the bond revealed not mere body and skeleton, but an immense, multifaceted entity resembling a universe squeezed into one shape. Laws circled him akin to planets around a stellar heart. Essence circulated through him effortlessly, like drawing air.

Yet he believed he was simply advancing.

Should he ever grasp the true nature of his burden, I imagined even the emptiness itself might quiver in apprehension.

Reality of space realigned sharply.

My arrival was on a drifting asteroid.

The Hollow Star outpost loomed in front, featuring a soaring ebony spire that thrust skyward from the rock's midpoint, encircled by grouped structures in protective formations. The asteroid itself hovered silently in the void, secured by faint spatial tethers to hold its designated path.

I chose not to reveal my presence.

Rather, I shifted laterally through space, vanishing from plain sight by weaving my aura into a slender rift among coordinates. From this position, I ascended over the outpost and extended my senses outward.

Clusters of abominations. Phantoms shifted across levels. Traitors collaborated alongside them, oblivious that their final instants were already in motion.

Close to the tower's base, partly sunk into the asteroid's outer layer, I pinpointed the sole functional spacecraft ready for the leap to Zaraboom. It sat docked in a hangar, enclosed yet without sentries.

Passing through stacked dimensions, I materialized inside the hangar.

Silence enveloped the vessel, its mechanisms humming on low energy with no personnel aboard.

"Ideal." I whispered.

Dropping to one knee, I pressed my hand to the deck.

Shadows responded instantly.

They didn't slink or slither; instead, they burst forth, surging in a dense tide of obscurity that engulfed the entire craft. The steel hull disappeared under a mantle of void-infused blackness.

The very next moment, I teleported myself and the ship to a concealed spatial marker right beyond the asteroid's exterior. We surfaced in the empty vacuum, situated outside the outpost's primary sensor sweep.

Exiting the craft, I allowed the shadows to withdraw into my garments, then hovered over the asteroid.

Down below, the outpost proceeded with its usual operations.

Observing them stirred only faint disdain within me. Such were the adversaries challenging Billion. Abominations pieced from pilfered vitality. Phantoms drenched in deathmist. Traitors opting for ease or dread over allegiance.

They seemed pathetic.

I felt thankful that none had ever commanded me as their superior.

Lifting my hand, I extended it forward.

A dark speck materialized in front of it, tiny like a sand particle, then grew steadily into a spinning orb. On its exterior, dim gleams twinkled resembling remote stars devoured by infinite gloom.

Softening my tone to a murmur, I intoned.

"Void Erasure."

The orb descended.

Midway in its fall, it ballooned suddenly, unfurling like a crumbling firmament until it blanketed the whole outpost from overhead.

Sirens wailed without delay. Protective mechanisms engaged. Spatial shields shimmered to life. Power outputs surged as they scrambled to counter.

None of it availed.

An intense draw radiated from the orb, a pull defying mere gravity. Structures warped. Spires curved toward the center. Abominations howled while yanked aloft. Phantoms unraveled in midair, their shapes torn to wisps of shadow that dissolved into the nucleus.

In mere seconds, the outpost was compacted, crumpled, and devoured entirely.

Once the attraction halted, only a vast depression etched into the asteroid's face lingered, along with the portal through which I had come, isolated and solitary.

I swept an imaginary fleck of dirt from my robe.

"I guess that renders them hollow in more senses than one," I said quietly to no one.

Feeble foes rarely grasped fine wit.

Vanishing back into the ship, I secured the entryway.

Piloting the craft demanded no trial and error. Ash had relished books, and via the bond, his insights streamed seamlessly as required. Controls illuminated as I linked with them, plotting a route to Zaraboom per Lyrate's outlined path.

Thrusters fired up. The ship pulled away from the asteroid and sped into the expanse.

After one hyperspace leap, Zaraboom appeared, its exterior shimmering subtly with elemental surges detectable from afar in orbit. I maintained a cautious standoff, veiled by slight spatial bending.

Minutes passed before I sensed it.

A known aura grazing my awareness.

Aurora.

Her power trace was impossible to mistake, even held in check. Shortly thereafter, another craft entered my scan. Through the connection, I initiated a secure line and relayed my position.

Soon, her vessel veered and closed in.

Once proximity allowed secure exchange, I synced our trajectories and headed for the planned meeting asteroid, forwarding her reports on the obliterated outpost and Abor's ongoing crisis.

While journeying side by side through the blackness, I permitted a faint grin.

The pursuit was gaining speed, and I've always relished the chase.