My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 882 Battle Begins

I ascended over the battlefield, raising my palm high.

In front of my hand, three tiny runes materialized, each barely the size of my palm and positioned neatly in a row. They started spinning gently, their rotation fluid while faint folds of space layered around them delicately.

Next, I tapped into the dawn core.

Deathmist poured forth.

Dark and thick, it infused the runes, transforming the array the instant it made contact. The runes glowed dimly, their outlines growing razor-sharp as the mist solidified under my command.

Behind me, Xeron's aura flickered suddenly.

"Deathmist… how?" he whispered softly.

Azalea stayed silent, yet her gaze fixed entirely on me.

I offered no reply.

My stare stayed glued to the three Eternal commanders, who remained oblivious to me still.

The runes accelerated their spin.

Inside them, three arrows took shape, crafted purely from packed deathmist, their exteriors wavering and undulating while space warped nearby.

I suspended them briefly, just a heartbeat long.

Then I whispered.

"Go."

The arrows disappeared instantly, as if plunging under the veil of reality. Unseen, they traversed space, cloaked amid the deathmist fluctuations blanketing the battlefield.

Moments later, they materialized directly before the three commanders.

That's when they finally sensed it.

Power erupted from their forms, shadowy auras exploding as barriers snapped up in front of them, multiple defensive layers erecting in a flash.

Yet the arrows ripped straight through.

Upon collision, the barriers crumbled, powerless against the immense power driving them. The arrows stabbed directly into their bodies.

BOOM!

The blast erupted violently outward.

Their figures hurled backward with savage force, slamming into the enormous black crystalline spikes in the rear, the thunderous impact reverberating over the entire field.

I cocked my head a bit and glanced at Knight and the rest.

"Move out."

No delay occurred.

Immediately after, they all charged ahead, slicing through space to plunge into the fray. Steve and North spearheaded the assault, heading right for one of the floating warfields, with Azalea trailing right on their heels.

The battle erupted fiercer right away.

I shifted my focus back to Xeron.

"You stay with your forces," I commanded. "Just make sure they don't get in our way."

He nodded curtly, his gaze still haunted by the spectacle he'd beheld.

I lingered no further. Stepping out, I rocketed toward the three Eternal commanders.

The gap shrank in moments.

I touched down softly on one of the huge black crystalline spikes, its surface vibrating subtly underfoot as it held the rift agape.

Before me, the three Eternals were regrouping. Their bodies twisted as they wrenched free from the crash.

Nearby, several elite Eternals at last spotted me. Their focus turned my way, those obsidian gem-eyes fixing on me from afar.

But not one advanced. I scanned and zeroed in on Aurora. She streaked like pure light over the battlefield.

The instant the melee ignited, she peeled off from the group, her form blurring into lightning as she slashed through the drifting spatial shards. The chaotic ground didn't hinder her; it propelled her swifter.

She entered a hovering warfield. A twisted spatial orb where gravity twisted and the terrain buckled with each stride.

Facing her loomed an Eternal commander.

For a fleeting moment, both held still.

Then the Eternal uttered.

"Interesting…" it intoned, its words piercing the distorted realm. "To find a member of the Order of Absolute here."

Aurora gave no answer.

Her figure blinked, and suddenly she vanished. Thunder boomed through the void, depositing her right before it, fist already plunging down.

The Eternal showed no fear.

Its palm lifted steadily.

Three rings of shadowy power coalesced around it at once.

From the first: a colossal abomination burst free.

It resembled a massive octopus, body forged from throbbing deathmist ropes. Its tentacles whipped out upon spawning, gliding through air like through waves, each packed with crushing might.

From the second: a wolf-like abomination leaped forth.

Twisted humanoid build, bulky and ripped, with claws stretching long at the ends. Its eyes smoldered as it dropped between Aurora and the Eternal, crouched and primed to pounce.

From the third: a spectral figure materialized. Its aura screamed Upper Transcendent, actions precise and instinctive as it maneuvered to block.

Aurora's blow hit opposition.

The wolf abomination lunged first, blocking her assault halfway, claws grinding against her lightning-wreathed limb. Energy flared wide from the clash, but ere she pressed on, tentacles struck.

The octopus beast attacked, arms surging from all sides, compelling her to disengage and evade.

She blinked away once more. Rematerializing overhead in a lightning burst.

Yet the phantom awaited.

It confronted her on arrival, arm swinging the hefty sword it wielded.

The Eternal hung back.

Observing.

Every motion of the trio synced flawlessly from it. Zero lag, zero disorder. Assaults chained without gaps.

Aurora touched down gracefully on a levitating chunk, electricity crackling over her as bolts radiated out.

Her gaze pinned the Eternal.

Then the summons.

She breathed out once.

And suddenly the warfield ignited in lightning. Bolts raced from her stance skyward, claiming the whole zone as hers. The floating pieces buzzed with power, warped space quivering from the mounting surge around her.

The armored phantom charged first. A complete armored humanoid, crimson veins aglow on its veiled visage, deathmist seeping endlessly from its joints. A sword coalesced in its grip, propelling it before Aurora in a blink.

Its edge cleaved space outright.

Aurora tilted her head, letting the blade whistle past her cheek, carving the lightning in her wake. Ere retaliation, the wolf barreled in.

It slammed her sideways, claws sheathed in solid deathmist, ripping air with raw power. The blow flung her over the chunk, fissures spidering under her boots.

She flowed with it instead of fighting. Her form dissolved to lightning, weaving past the momentum to reemerge above.

But the field constricted.

The octopus had webbed its arms across everywhere. Not mere lashes, they undulated, infused with water laws. The bubble's interior grew dense and liquid, like battling underwater rather than airborne.

A single tendril rocketed up, then a dozen more. They coiled near her, not flailing wild, but herding her, sealing off retreats.

Aurora's eyes sharpened.

The phantom rematerialized.

Directly at her rear.

"You rely too much on speed," it declared, voice booming through the twisted void.

Its sword slashed. Aurora held firm.

Lightning erupted over her, splitting her into myriad electric streams scattering every which way. The blade sliced void as she reassembled afar.

Then she surged anew. No blink this round.

She ramped up velocity. Toward the phantom head-on.

The armored foe hoisted its sword to parry, but abruptly her pace exploded. Aurora pierced its frame clean through, emerging opposite.

Lightning impaled its heart, shredding plating and inner deathmist. The crimson lines on its mask spasmed wildly as it locked in place.

A beat later BOOM!

Its form detonated. The phantom shattered into shards, then evaporated utterly.

"I like to move fast." she quipped with a grin.