My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 849 News Of The Collapse

Deep within the capital of the Naga, inside a sprawling chamber hewn from pale crystalline stone, a palpable tension filled the air. A circular table of dark jade served as the focal point, reflecting the faint illumination cast by floating holographic projections. Some delegates occupied the chairs physically, their scales shimmering under the ambient light, while others manifested as ghostly light-constructs, summoned from remote fleets and interstellar rifts. This council had gathered countless times throughout history, yet the gravity of the current agenda had drawn an intense level of focus, even from such seasoned veterans.

Standing toward the chamber's center, General Xeron kept his arms loosely folded, his demeanor calm as he finished detailing the situation.

"Every one of the seventy-two bases formerly held by Hollow Star," he stated, voice resonant and steady, "has been seized by the Order of Absolute. Furthermore, their primary stronghold on Abor has fallen under their command."

A ripple of muttering circled the table. The holographic projections flickered as the generals shifted in reaction to the news. An elderly Naga, his scales bleached to a silver hue, leaned forward to speak with measured gravity.

"The eradication of Hollow Star brings me no sorrow. That faction abandoned the Prime Universe an eternity ago. If someone has finally purged their presence from this galaxy, it removes a persistent blight."

Another general offered a nod of concurrence.

"The disabling of their relay network alone will significantly stunt Eternal operations in our territory. In that regard, this development is… advantageous."

This sentiment was echoed by most of the room. Hollow Star had long been a nuisance, shielded by System-mandated pacts that discouraged direct action. Yet, even as they acknowledged the tactical upside, Xeron noted that the generals remained on edge.

The silver-scaled Elder leveled his gaze at him again.

"You would not have summoned this council solely to commemorate the collapse of Hollow Star."

Xeron offered a slight nod.

"Indeed, that is correct."

After a brief, heavy silence, he continued.

"The leader of the Order of Absolute is known as Billion Ironhart."

At the mention of the name, several projections distorted.

"More significantly," Xeron added composedly, "he has reached the cusp of Saint ascension."

The impact was immediate.

Whispers swelled in volume as the generals exchanged worried glances. Even those who had remained detached during the initial briefing now betrayed clear instability.

"A Saint candidate?" a general asked, his voice slow and heavy.

"And at such a tender age?" another questioned, skepticism bleeding through his tone.

The Elder Naga reclined against his seat, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"This revelation is far more troubling than the loss of Hollow Star."

Xeron didn't challenge him.

"In our encounter," he explained, "I witnessed undeniable proof that the planetary essence itself has begun to harmonize with him. Should his Cultivation accelerate at this current rate, his ascension might arrive sooner than anyone anticipates."

A contemplative silence descended upon the hall. While Hollow Star's downfall cleared a hazardous adversary, the emergence of a Saint-level entity within their galaxy harbored consequences that no Naga leader could afford to ignore.

The senior general eventually broke the stillness.

"What intelligence do we possess regarding the Order of Absolute's true motives?"

"Very little," Xeron conceded. "Their organization is scaling rapidly, yet their operations have mainly focused on neutralizing Eternal collaborators and treacherous cliques. Thus far, they have shown no hostility toward our Naga race."

A different general projected his voice into the room.

"Even so, a figure of Saint status wielding influence across the galaxy fundamentally shifts the power dynamic."

"That is undeniable," Xeron acknowledged. "However, I detected no ill intentions toward the Naga Empire. You are likely already aware that Lady Azalea maintains a friendship with him. I propose we adopt a policy of observation."

The Elder nodded slowly.

"We shall observe."

Yet, as the projections shimmered with uncertainty, it was evident that the name Billion Ironhart had already begun to resonate within the highest echelons of Naga authority.

*******

Far removed, inside a heavily fortified Feran command station, the atmosphere was markedly more chaotic.

A coterie of armored, feline-esque generals congregated around a central table, where shattered intelligence reports and fragmented feeds flickered across the surface. Having suffered ruinous defeats, the room was charged with the restless indignation of warriors forced to swallow a bitter pill of humiliation.

One general slammed a clawed fist against the table.

"Our leaders and kin were executed in open space upon Ferados. Our strike teams have been completely wiped out. And now, the Order of Absolute controls the entire Hollow Star infrastructure."

Another general produced a low, guttural growl.

"Retaliation must be swift."

This proposal was met with icy glares. A tall Feran, his face marked by deep, scarred stripes, shook his head.

"With what remaining strength shall we strike?"

The naming of their predicament brought a chilling quiet to the room.

Sharka remained at the edge of the assembly, silent and unreadable as he parsed the discussion.

A separate general leaned forward.

"The crisis did not emerge from a vacuum regarding the Hollow Star bases. The Griffin families who backed our operations were also eradicated."

"That update has already been broadcast beyond this galaxy," another added. "The Griffin clans residing past the Blue Spiral will surely retaliate eventually."

Tension draped over them like a shroud.

"For this moment," the scarred general pressed on, "we must focus on our defensive posture. Initiating another conflict with Ironhart would be an act of recklessness."

Reluctant nods rippled through the gathered officers.

"Staying invisible is our best path," one concluded.

Sharka stayed mute, though a subtle glint entered his eyes as he scrutinized the holographic map of the galaxy.

*******

Hidden deep beneath the volatile tides of a distant elemental world, a different council met within a flooded chamber where currents of raw energy spiraled along the walls.

Elemental beings convened in a circle, their fluid forms shifting between water, air, and flame as they mulled over the recent developments.

"The rumors are confirmed," noted an elder elemental. "The Order of Absolute has dismantled the Hollow Star network in this sector."

Another, whose skin rippled with arcs of lightning, offered a grim response.

"Few entities possess the prowess to undertake such a feat."

The chamber's currents swirled as a third figure contributed.

"Their commander is one Billion Ironhart."

The elder nodded with measured pace.

"I have heard rumors that he stands on the precipice of Saint ascension."

This statement caused the younger beings to ripple with profound unease.

"To provoke his faction would be an act of madness."

"Agreed," replied another.

Their collective gaze shifted to a projection glowing above the tide.

"An elemental named Aurora holds rank within his order," the first speaker noted. "She is of our blood; perhaps we may cultivate a relationship with the Order through her intervention."

A thoughtful lull persisted.

"Perhaps, but the bloodshed on Ferados signals clearly that this Order stands in direct opposition to the Feran."

The elder let the surrounding currents stabilize before he spoke once more.

"Then the path is clear. We shall maintain distance from the Ferans."

The others murmured their assent.

"Let them endure the repercussions of their folly."

*******

Tucked away within a remote mountain range under the canopy of an ancient forest, a modest wooden dwelling stood against the howling wind. Inside, five cowled figures sat around a flickering fire, its orange glow fighting the encroaching shadows.

For a long while, no one spoke.

Finally, one figure breached the silence.

"Hollow Star… our ally in this sector… has been extinguished."

The statement held no trace of sorrow, merely a cold appraisal of the facts.

A second figure shifted forward.

"The leader of the Order of Absolute is approaching Saint status. Such news is more disconcerting to me."

The fire crackled in the void between them.

"His potential is a threat."

"A grave threat," another affirmed.

The first figure lifted his chin.

"We cannot permit his gaze to fall upon us next."

A wave of hushed agreement rippled through the group.

"What has become of the remnants of Hollow Star?" asked one.

"They are fractured," another answered. "But they retain their utility."

"Then we shall gather them. We will fold these remnants into our own internal networks."

The individual closest to the fire slowly reached a gloved hand toward the warmth.

"We shall also summon reinforcements from beyond the Blue Spiral."

A wintry stillness settled in the cabin.

"We must act with haste," another added. "The primary powers are blinded by the turmoil in the Crimson Zone."

"If we move now, we may yet destroy Ironhart before he attains the full status of a Saint."

In the dancing firelight, the dark, hooded figures reached their consensus.