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

Deep within the Naga capital, tucked inside a massive chamber hewn from pale crystalline rock, a palpable tension hung in the air. A circular dark jade table sat at the center, mirroring the soft radiance of floating holograms. Some of the council seats were occupied by actual Nagas, their scales glinting under the dim luminescence, while others were merely shimmering projections beamed in from distant star fleets and interdimensional rifts. This assembly had gathered countless times throughout the centuries, yet the current discourse commanded a level of focus seldom seen even among such venerable leaders.

Standing near the center of the room with his arms loosely crossed, General Xeron maintained a composed demeanor as he finished his briefing.

"Every one of the seventy-two bases formerly controlled by Hollow Star," he stated, his voice ringing with stability, "has been seized by the Order of Absolute. Furthermore, their headquarters on Abor has fallen into their hands."

A ripple of murmurs surged across the table. Several projections flickered as the generals shifted in reaction to the news. A senior Naga, whose scales had turned almost entirely argent, leaned forward and spoke with deliberate measured tones.

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

Another general signaled his concurrence with a sharp nod.

"The neutralization of their relay grid alone will significantly curtail Eternal activities in this sector. Viewed through that lens, this development is… advantageous."

The consensus of the room mirrored this sentiment. For decades, Hollow Star had been an intractable nuisance, shielded by an obscure pact with the System that forbade direct intervention. Yet, even as the generals acknowledged the strategic boon, Xeron noted that their intense preoccupation remained far from abating.

The elder Naga directed his gaze back to him.

"Surely, you did not convene this council just to toast the demise of Hollow Star."

Xeron offered a slight nod.

"That is an astute observation."

He allowed a brief silence to permeate the hall before continuing.

"The leader of the Order of Absolute goes by the name of Billion Ironhart."

At the mention of the name, several of the projections wavered.

"Even more significant," Xeron added, his voice composed, "is the fact that he has reached the precipice of Saint ascension."

This revelation triggered an immediate tremor through the chamber.

The ambient chatter around the jade table intensified as generals exchanged uneasy glances and hurried whispers. Those who had previously projected an air of nonchalance during his report now displayed visible agitation.

"A candidate for Saint status?" one general repeated, drawing out the words.

"And at such a tender age?" another added, his voice thick with sheer disbelief.

The elder Naga reclined, his eyes narrowing to mere slits.

"That particular detail concerns me far more than the fall of Hollow Star."

Xeron did not contest this interpretation.

"During my audience with him," he explained, "I witnessed undeniable proof that the planetary essence itself has started to react to his presence. Should his progress maintain this velocity, his ascension might arrive sooner than any of us anticipated."

A contemplative silence descended upon the hall. While removing Hollow Star eliminated a formidable predator, the birth of a new Saint-level entity within their galaxy harbored long-term consequences that the Naga high command could not afford to ignore.

Finally, the venerable general spoke once more.

"What intelligence do we possess regarding the true objectives of the Order of Absolute?"

"Very little," admitted Xeron. "Their organization is scaling up at an alarming rate, yet their operations have thus far focused strictly on Eternal proxies and treacherous internal factions. There has been no sign of aggression directed toward the Naga race."

Another general chimed in through his avatar.

"Regardless, a figure of Saint status wielding such reach will inevitably shift the power balance of the entire galaxy."

"That is an objective truth," Xeron concurred. "Nevertheless, I detected no hostility regarding the Naga Empire. As you are surely aware, Lady Azalea maintains a friendship with him. My recommendation is that we watch and wait."

The elder general offered a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well. We shall observe."

However, as the holographic images pulsed with anxious deliberation, one thing remained certain: the name Billion Ironhart had already left an indelible mark on the upper echelons of Naga authority.

*******

Far across the galaxy, inside a fortified Feran military outpost, the mood was considerably more chaotic.

A cohort of armored, lupine generals huddled around a central projection table where fragmented reports and intelligence snippets illuminated the surface. The Feran leadership had been dealt a devastating blow, and the room was thick with the raw fury of warriors reeling from humiliation.

One general hammered his clawed fist against the table.

"Our kin and commanders were summarily executed in the vacuum of space above Ferados itself. Entire strike forces have simply ceased to exist. Now, the Order of Absolute lays claim to the entirety of the Hollow Star network."

Another general offered a low, guttural growl.

"We must retaliate immediately."

This proposal was met with icy glares from his peers. A towering Feran, his face etched with deep, scarred patterns, shook his head.

"And with what remaining forces shall we strike?"

A heavy silence blanketed the room at the mention of the reality they faced.

Sharka remained seated at the periphery, his expression inscrutable, silently absorbing the escalating debate.

A second general leaned toward the center.

"The crisis did not originate with the fall of the Hollow Star bases alone. The Griffin families that provided the backbone of our operations have been completely eradicated."

"That grim tally has already been broadcast outside the galaxy," someone replied. "The Griffin clans beyond the Blue Spiral are bound to respond in kind eventually."

Tense, suffocating silence ensued.

"For this moment," the scarred general continued, "stabilization must remain our priority. Any attempt to engage Ironhart in direct conflict would be an act of recklessness."

Reluctant, heavy nods rippled through the gathered warriors.

"It is best we keep low," one whispered.

Sharka stayed silent while the collective decision crystallized, though a flicker of calculated thought danced in his eyes as he analyzed the glowing galactic map.

*******

Hidden deep within the tumultuous oceans of a far-flung elemental world, a different conclave held council amidst swirling currents of raw potential.

Various elemental entities formed a shimmering ring inside the submerged hall, their liquid forms rippling as currents of energy pulsed against the walls. Their bodies shifted fluidly between fluid, gale, and flame as they parsed the intelligence that had reached their depths.

"The confirmation is undeniable," intoned an elder elemental. "The Order of Absolute has effectively dismantled the Hollow Star network in this galaxy."

Another entity, its form oscillating with crackling electrical discharge, replied skeptically.

"Few entities possess the sheer might required to execute such a maneuver."

The internal currents of the chamber surged as a third voice joined the fray.

"Their leader goes by the name of Billion Ironhart."

The eldest elemental nodded slowly.

"I have also received reports that he is on the verge of Saint-level ascension."

This revelation caused the younger elementals to quiver with unease.

"To provoke such an organization would be a mark of madness."

"I agree," added another.

Their collective attention drifted toward a luminous projection floating above the liquid floor.

"An elemental by the name of Aurora maintains a position within his order," one pointed out. "She is of our own essence; we might leverage that connection to foster a degree of reconciliation with his faction."

A thoughtful pause followed.

"That is a valid path. However, the events on Ferados make it clear that the Order is presently at war with the Ferans."

The elder elemental allowed the surrounding surges to dampen before speaking once more.

"Then our path is dictated clearly. We shall preserve a distance from the Ferans."

The others echoed the decision with subtle bows.

"Leave them to weather the repercussions of their own transgressions."

*******

High within a desolate mountain range, shrouded by the gloom of ancient, gnarled forests, a wooden shack stood braving the biting winds. Within the dim interior, five hooded figures huddled around a dying fire, its orange glow flickering rhythmically across their masked facades.

Silence stretched for a long duration.

Ultimately, a singular voice severed the quiet.

"Hollow Star… our long-standing ally in this galaxy… has been extinguished."

The declaration was devoid of empathy, purely acknowledging the stark reality.

A second figure tilted forward.

"The leader of the Order of Absolute is drifting toward Saint ascension. That detail is what truly vexes me."

The fire popped softly in the gloom.

"That makes him a significant threat."

"A grave threat," another added, cementing the consensus.

The first figure lifted his chin.

"We cannot afford to leave the door open for him to target us next."

A chorus of quiet murmurs agreed.

"What remains of the Hollow Star forces?" one inquired.

"Fractured," came the report. "But I believe there is value left to be scavenged from them."

"Then we shall gather them. We will assimilate their remnants into our own infrastructure."

The figure adjacent to the flames reached out with a gloved hand toward the embers.

"Furthermore, we shall summon reinforcements from beyond the Blue Spiral."

A shroud of chilling composure descended over the hut.

"Our actions must be swift," another noted solemnly. "The major sectors are currently fixated on the Crimson Zone."

"If we move with purpose, we may be able to eliminate Ironhart before he achieves his final ascension."

The firelight danced across their cowled countenances as the finality of their grim covenant was sealed.