My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 883 Updated Veritas Dominus

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I redirected my gaze to the three Eternal commanders.

They had regained their composure. Now they advanced toward me. These foes weren't ones my summons would falter against, yet they demanded serious caution.

They came to a halt mere steps away, suspended motionless in the air.

"Greetings, gentlemen," I remarked with a subtle smile. "I hope I didn't disrupt your war efforts."

The central one regarded me, his face remaining stoic.

"Billion Ironhart," he intoned.

His voice held no trace of astonishment.

"We didn't anticipate your arrival so swiftly," the one on his right stated. "But with you here now… we shall eliminate you."

I cocked my head a bit.

"Deal with me?" I queried. "In what manner precisely?"

Then my smile broadened slightly.

"Actually… spare the details."

I lifted my hand.

"Allow me to handle you instead."

A wave rippled out from my position.

Space warped violently.

Next, it ripped apart.

Directly before me, a colossal vortex materialized, its borders ragged and chaotic, resembling a gaping maw tearing through the void's weave. From its depths, a ferocious suction arose, hauling all nearby toward its heart. The Eternals stood as its prime targets.

The trio of Eternals responded without delay.

Their auras flared intensely.

The leftmost one advanced first, extending his palm as thick deathmist billowed out, countering the suction and diminishing its grip. His right counterpart joined in, infusing his law into the surrounding space to secure their footing amid the warping pull.

The central figure acted, unleashing a energy surge that steadied the area right before the vortex, compelling it to defy its own implosion.

I observed them intently, my smile sharpening into a keen edge.

"Impressive," I murmured softly.

All three lunged simultaneously.

Deathmist roared ahead, smashing into the vortex head-on. Simultaneously, space constricted under their command, squeezing the distortion from all sides.

The vortex started contracting. Its suction diminished.

At last, it imploded entirely.

A fleeting silence ensued. The three Eternals remained unscathed in their positions.

I clapped my hands lightly.

"Perfect score," I declared, eyeing them. "Flawlessly executed. Now face this."

I called forth my law construct. The cube materialized in my grasp.

Under my command, it throbbed once before drifting from my palm. In midair, it transformed, surfaces extending and parting until it formed a towering, archaic door etched with subtle runes. A clock emerged at its core.

The door creaked open a fraction.

In that instant, a power emanated. It targeted them unerringly. The three Eternals countered at once this time.

Yet it proved too late. The construct had rooted itself firmly. Even in time.

Their forms rigidified, not utterly immobilized but bound by a profound restraint beyond mere physical might. Each motion they tried lagged, hindered by an invisible drag.

The clock chimed.

Once.

Again.

On the second chime, time's current around them altered.

It hastened. The region encircling the three Eternals compacted, as though instants piled upon one another, pulverizing them internally.

Their auras erupted.

The trio resisted in unison, deathmist exploding outward to defy the drag and impose order on their environs.

They all deployed their domains concurrently.

The first unfurled into a blazing expanse, shadowy fires coiling and surging, saturating the area with crushing heat and force. The second coalesced into a thick tempest of deathmist, multilayered and mutable, devouring its vicinity. The third manifested a realm of deathmist-forged armaments.

Three domains clashed forth.

They endured briefly.

I regarded them in silence before urging the construct to quicken.

The clock chimed once more.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth.

Each chime amplified the strain.

Time's torrent around them intensified, not merely speeding but folding inward. Their domains fractured under the onslaught, fissures racing over them as the power surpassed their dominion.

They strained fiercely. But it fell short. The domains ruptured.

Bursting in shards of raw power.

The recoil struck them immediately.

All three reeled, frames quaking as dark blood poured from their lips, their mastery crumbling in the downfall.

The door yawned further.

The suction grew fiercer.

No opposition lingered this time.

Their forms lurched ahead, inexorably drawn into the maw as it engulfed all in its path. Their cries warped and fractured under the strain before they vanished entirely.

The door sealed shut.

A rush ensued.

Essence and deathmist flooded into me unhindered, streams converging straight to the dawn core. It reacted at once, devouring and purifying the influx, fortifying itself as if awaiting precisely this bounty.

I exhaled steadily and waved my hand. The construct reverted to cube form then vanished utterly.

"Very well," I whispered, "time to start the festivities."

I unshackled my bodily might.

Silver radiance seeped from my fingers. It raced along my limbs and torso, encasing me fully in moments. Nearby space quivered faintly beneath its immense burden.

I ascended further and invoked my domain.

"Veritas Dominus."

Thunder boomed deeply over the field.

Vast amethyst clouds amassed overhead, churning with potent force. Something descended from their midst.

The primordial tablet. Yet altered this time.

Silver luminescence cloaked its face, overlaying the known form with augmented gravity and finality. The twin colossal chains protruding from it still blazed scarlet, stark against the sheen.

Its sheer magnitude reshaped the battlefield.

The tablet lowered until it loomed supreme, overshadowing all save the immense obsidian crystal spires.

The clash halted momentarily as both armies sensed my domain's weight.

I extended my arms a touch, gazing upward.

"Let's observe…" I breathed softly. "The reach of these chains."

Never before had I wielded them thus.