My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 889 Lyrate's Infinite Bloom

I sat motionless on the throne, my body unmoving as my mind turned inward. Simultaneously, I projected my power outward, gathering the stray energies strewn over the battlefield. Essence, deathmist, pieces of shattered constructs— all the turmoil's unleashed forces streamed toward me, drawn relentlessly while I purified and integrated them.

Xeron cast a glance my way and released a soft sigh.

"You truly resemble a hungry void beast," he remarked. "Swallowing up anything within your grasp."

I let out a light chuckle.

"The mighty Dante instructed me perfectly," I answered. "Seize all that you can. The world is for those who take beyond their needs."

Xeron shot me a sidelong glance, a smirk curling his lips.

"No way," he stated. "I'd never utter anything so absurd."

Silence fell between us for several moments, our eyes fixed on the battlefield where the clash raged on below.

Xeron broke the quiet once more.

"Your team is… peculiar," he observed, his eyes shifting from me to the distant turmoil. "Every member possesses a unique trait, something that defies normal molds. Such a team assembling is incredibly uncommon."

He hesitated for a second before turning back to me.

"How did you assemble them?"

I offered a slight shrug.

"I didn't," I responded. "They simply flocked to me."

My gaze returned to the battlefield.

To Lyrate.

The colossal tree she summoned rose like a pillar through the void, its roots extending without end, pulverizing and ensnaring all that approached too near. Crowning it, the flower she formed had intensified dramatically. The golden sphere in its heart throbbed in rhythm, unleashing surge after surge that kept siphoning life force from the Eternal legion.

Green streams ascended ceaselessly from the battlefield, rising like glowing threads, nourishing the bloom.

The colossal tree she summoned rose like a pillar through the void, its roots extending without end, pulverizing and ensnaring all that approached too near. Crowning it, the flower she formed had intensified dramatically. The golden sphere in its heart throbbed in rhythm, unleashing surge after surge that kept siphoning life force from the Eternal legion.

Green streams ascended ceaselessly from the battlefield, rising like glowing threads, nourishing the bloom.

The flower underwent change. One petal had shifted to red already.

Then a second.

Gradually and relentlessly, the shift propagated as additional life force flooded in. The yellow luminescence faded bit by bit, overtaken by a richer, weightier crimson. The flower's energy shed its mild, harmonious nature, turning fiercely predatory and insatiable.

I squinted my eyes.

The final yellow vanished. Every one of the five petals became red. In the core, the golden orb flashed briefly before shifting to crimson.

Lyrate stirred.

She ascended further, her face serene yet intent, extending her hand to the flower. The crimson light throbbed anew, and she harvested it like ripe fruit, consuming it whole.

Instantly upon the energy invading her form, transformation ignited.

A torrent of crimson mist burst from her, thick and overpowering, flooding the nearby void. It enveloped her at once, winding ever denser to craft a full cocoon encasing her entirely.

I leaped from the throne, eyes flaring wide.

Xeron whipped around to face me.

"What's happening?" he demanded.

I kept my eyes away from him.

"She's evolving," I declared, shock evident in my tone.

The battle below never halted. Rather, intensity mounted as the legion assaulted fiercer, detecting the alteration. I acted without delay, extending my will.

"Knight," I commanded.

He answered without pause.

The instant after, he blinked out of sight and rematerialized by the cocoon, stationing himself right next to it. Darkness unfurled from him as he intercepted every approaching foe, single-handedly controlling that battlefield zone.

The fight persisted through time. Minutes dragged toward an hour while the cocoon held firm, throbbing consistently amid the dense, static crimson mist.

Cracks then formed. A slender split etched its surface.

Followed by another.

The cocoon ruptured, mist scattering wide to unveil the being inside.

Lyrate emerged gradually.

Her aura caused a momentary freeze in the surroundings.

And then it became visible to all. The silver glow enveloping her completely, constant and undeniable.

I sensed it right away.

Xeron did too.

We stayed silent briefly.

For the entity now present was utterly transformed.

"Are you kidding me?" Xeron muttered, mouth hanging open.

Lyrate poised in the exposed void, her renewed shape bared, lingering still for an instant. She directed her sight to her hands, examining the silver glow sheathing her, sensing it, comprehending it, fusing it into her being. The crimson mist formerly holding her had fully vanished, supplanted by that unwavering silver sheen adhering like another layer of skin.

A gentle smile graced her lips.

Her red hair trailed behind, untouched by breeze or push, floating solely by her command. An undeniable shift marked her aura. She stood taller by a touch, her bearing more elegant, her elven allure amplified to mesmerizing heights. No longer just present on the field of battle, she commanded it utterly. Amid the surrounding mayhem, ruin, and clashing horrors, she seemed pristine, ethereal, alien to conflict.

She raised her head deliberately. Her eyes locked onto mine over the expanse.

She smiled once more, now with a mischievous tint. A quick wink followed.

She refocused on the battlefield, lifting both arms wide in embrace.

Over the gigantic tree, the wholly evolved massive flower throbbed once.

It then detonated in stunning splendor.

Petals flung far, sweeping the battlefield in a crimson tide. Myriad petals, finger-sized at most, saturated the area, lazily floating to blanket that war segment.

The battlefield transformed.

The Eternals halted.

The vista turned otherworldly. Amid devastation and strife, she hovered with flowing crimson hair and radiant red eyes, encircled by petals tinting the void in bloody elegance. It evoked less a warzone, more a fateful tale's climax, outcome sealed.

She uttered softly.

"Infinite Bloom."

Her words resonated clearly. The petals ignited in response.

Individually, they drifted to the Eternals, latching onto their frames. Initially, stillness reigned. The legion lingered bewildered, some swatting futilely, others merely staring.

Screams erupted then, propagating rapidly.

Bodies contorted as petals triggered, piercing inward, rooting deep. Cracks swiftly marred their structures, rending from within. Branches and roots burst from the fissures.

Full trees sprouted from them, ripping flesh and shape asunder while burgeoning. The shift proved brutal and total, brooking no defiance.

In mere heartbeats, the battlefield reshaped. In place of tens of thousands of Eternals rose a forest.

Immense, thick, vibrant. Born wholly from former segments of the Legion of Iron and Flame.