My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 911 Titles And Duties

After the initial assault, the operation refused to slow even slightly.

In fact, its momentum surged even faster.

Shifting relentlessly from rift to rift, we transformed the whole galaxy into a battlefield of objectives and swift maneuvers. Our straightforward yet ruthless aim: wrap up the day with every one of us sealing no fewer than fifty Grade 3 rifts, plus claiming and consuming about fifteen designated worlds spanning various domains.

Hesitation found no place in our actions.

Teleportation circles ignited in rapid succession, propelling us like a tempest through the sectors. Each landing brought devastation, each exit restored eerie calm to realms once gripped by turmoil.

My own advancement proceeded steadily.

Every world Vivi consumed triggered a transformation inside me. The Dawn Core swelled gradually yet relentlessly, its volume increasing with each absorption. At the same time, my grasp of laws grew keener, more precise, more intuitive.

This represented a burst of progress.

Yet the assimilation wasn't immediate. Vivi required moments to fully process each world core, creating short intervals between some jumps. These breaks stayed brief, precise, and reserved for essentials only.

All flowed without a hitch. Then came the anticipated warning. It sliced through the din.

We withdrew at once, converging on Kaalseris.

I materialized in the main command room with the rest. The holograms had already updated, spotlighting a fresh threat.

Azalea held position at the hub.

"One of the rifts beneath the demon headquarters got breached," she announced right away. "It's a fragile Grade 4 rift, yet we've picked up Saint-level presence."

"Finally, they've chosen to strike back, I suppose. So who–" Aurora cut me off before I finished.

"I'll handle it," she declared outright.

No doubt colored her tone.

Knight spoke up next.

"I'm with you," he stated evenly.

Ash chimed in after.

"Count me in."

I eyed the trio, then gave a nod.

"Fine. But hurry it up. This could be nothing more than a feint from them."

That summed up my input.

Wasting no further time, they stepped onto the teleportation array. Runes blazed, vanishing them in a blink.

Silence returned to the chamber.

I stayed on my feet, eyes locked on the display.

Azalea approached.

"They picked that rift on purpose," she noted.

I looked her way.

"Because of the demons," she went on. "Other sectors sit under tight watch. Showing up near Naga or Feran lands would draw instant counterattacks."

She held for a beat.

"But demon headquarters… relatively softer. Not as fortified as the major powers."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"They sought a foothold," I replied. "A spot to infiltrate, gain traction, then push outward."

"Or conceal themselves," she suggested.

"Or conceal themselves," I concurred.

Our attention snapped back to the hologram.

"Still, spots weaker than demon turf exist. They could emerge elsewhere, but at a steep price."

She opened a comm link.

"Distribute the intel," she ordered. "Every sector, heighten vigilance. If it's a test, others will come."

With a nod, she transmitted the directive.

Meantime, I triggered [Sovereign Link] to gauge the situation.

[Sovereign Link]: You gain a continuous, low-level awareness of your summons and can focus to experience their perception directly. A soul link exists between you and your summons, allowing you to transfer your awareness into them.

I selected Ash, plunging into a view of the conflict.

The rift hovered in the emptiness, teetering yet operational. Before it loomed three silhouettes, their aura crushing the demon defenders entirely.

All three were Eternal Saints.

Aurora charged ahead without faltering.

"Is that the best you can gather?" her voice boomed, reverberating across the void like rumbling thunder.

One Saint advanced, eyes firm against the overwhelming force.

"Storm Sovereign Aurora," he intoned, dipping his head faintly, "it is… an honor to meet you at last."

Aurora gave a light laugh, laced with mirth.

"Seems I've got fans among the Eternals too."

The Saint offered no denial.

"Indeed you do," he affirmed. "Your whole group does."

He waved casually at their surroundings.

"What you're doing—sealing rifts at this frenzy… it's unprecedented in Blue Spiral history. We weren't ready."

No trace of fear or regret marked his words. Just recognition.

"And now," he pressed on, glancing fleetingly at Knight and Ash, "you've brought the Shadow Lord… and the Warden of Eternity."

A brief hush fell.

"I believe this will be our last stand."

His declaration echoed across the battlefield, infused with unwavering resolve and surrender to his destiny.

Watching from afar via the connection, I couldn't suppress the sly grin creeping across my face.

The titles of my summons were already propagating far and wide.

We had gathered just recently, plotting this with utmost precision. Titles went beyond mere labels—they defined identities, purposes, and proclamations of each one's role in the Order.

Lyrate — Herald of Ruin.

Her mere existence heralded doom, her task straightforward and unrelenting: unleash devastation upon our foes.

Aurora — Storm Sovereign.

The mastermind, commanding the battlefield long before combat ignited.

Knight — Shadow Lord.

Stealthy and invisible, executing vital deeds in the obscurity no others could penetrate.

Ragnar — War Sovereign.

The frontline commander, the supreme leader who drove massive armies forward, smashing every barrier in their way.

Ash — Warden of Eternity.

The unyielding foundation. Safeguard, mastery, insight—he bound it all cohesively.

Silver — Sky Sovereign.

The overhead might, ruling the arena from above, bolstering allies and crushing enemies from impossible heights.

It had scarcely commenced, yet the galaxy was already etching their names into memory.

"That's very mature of you," Aurora shot back as the Eternal embraced his doom. "Then here we come." She surged ahead first.

Bolts of lightning exploded from her frame in surges. The battlefield drowned in them at once, azure-white flashes racing outward, engulfing the void, the rift, and all nearby.

The roar chased right behind.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Relentless and ear-shattering, it illuminated the void beneath her command.

Meanwhile, Ash lifted his palm. Sinister runes coalesced around him, surging forth to etch into spacetime, clamping down on all within grasp.

Then Knight finally acted.

Shadows cloaking him intensified, coiling into denser gloom. Spacetime twisted under his authority while darkness funneled to a focal point ahead.

A ebony orb took shape. Compact and whirling, it mimicked a pocket void.