My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 915 The Council

Standing with Knight just outside my residence on Abor, the rhythmic whisper of the ocean served as a backdrop to our intense discussion, its waves pulsing ashore under the fading light. The atmosphere was tranquil, a stark contrast to the gravity of our conversation.

I had laid out the entire situation for him. Knight remained motionless for a spell, absorbing the information.

"But won't this action further weaken the Ferans?" he inquired.

My gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon.

"Indeed, it will," I affirmed without hesitation. "However, that is an acceptable outcome, wouldn't you agree?"

A gentle breeze stirred as I elaborated:

"The rifts have vanished. The immediate danger has passed. Our need for their continued strength has diminished. What we require now is equilibrium."

I shifted my stance slightly, turning to face him directly.

"I do not wish for them to pose a problem in our absence. Therefore, your course of action is this," I stated, my voice firm. "You will eradicate the issue at its origin. Proceed to the Ranthor clan," I instructed. "Eliminate their Transcendents."

"Following that," I added, "pay a visit to the Sharka general. And ensure he comprehends unequivocally… the repercussions of even contemplating any form of conspiracy against us."

Knight gave a single, decisive nod.

"That sounds like a… perfectly executed plan," he murmured, his bladed tail slicing through the air before he vanished in a sudden burst of shadowy energy.

I continued to stand there long after Knight's departure, the surroundings gradually returning to their quietude. Once the Feran matter was resolved, only one significant objective would remain.

The galaxy's core. A soft exhalation escaped me as the thought formed. Following that accomplishment… I would finally be liberated to enter the Crimson Zone and fulfill the final prerequisite, fortifying my soul to the necessary caliber for what was to come.

Yet, the Crimson Zone remained an enigma. I harbored a dislike for venturing into the unknown without adequate preparation.

This was precisely why I was undertaking all these measures now. If I were to be absent for an extended period, then all that I left behind needed to be secure. No concealed threats lying in wait to resurface the moment I departed.

And at this juncture, the most significant internal threat was glaringly apparent.

The Ferans.

And lurking beyond them… the Griffon Saint, who had yet to reveal himself.

I released my breath slowly, turned, and walked back into the house.

North was absent. She had accompanied Aurora to one of the planets, relentlessly pushing herself through continuous battles, striving to elevate her cultivation level as rapidly as possible. Knowing her nature, she would not cease her efforts until she achieved her objective.

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[Commencing in the Prime Galaxy, a summit of the utmost importance is underway]

Within an expansive hall, eleven holographic projections materialized around a vast, circular table meticulously carved from a substance that seemed to flicker between existence and non-existence. Each projected figure emanated a distinctive aura, despite their incorporeal nature. None were human. One shimmered with scales resembling living constellations, another manifested as a silhouette filled with slowly drifting embers, while a third was merely an ephemeral outline of pure darkness.

The deliberation had been ongoing for a considerable duration. One of the entities commenced speaking.

"Moving to the subsequent report, we have details from the Blue Spiral Galaxy."

"Blue Spiral?" another being queried. "Is that not the intermediate galaxy presided over by the Naga Matriarch, Layla?"

The initial speaker inclined their head slightly in confirmation.

"Affirmative. That specific galaxy."

"The report substantiates that all Grade 3 rifts within the Blue Spiral Galaxy have been successfully sealed. Both of them. Furthermore, every identified Grade 4 rift has been eliminated. Currently, active operations are being executed across all remaining sectors, specifically targeting nests of abominations and phantom clusters. At the present pace, projections indicate the galaxy will soon be entirely purged of any Eternal presence."

For a fleeting moment, the solemnity of the hall was disrupted. A wave of reactions passed across the projections, a cacophony of overlapping voices, abrupt shifts in posture, and subtle flares of aura betraying genuine astonishment.

"Has the Matriarch achieved a breakthrough?"

The question pierced through the rising clamor, drawing all attention back to the individual delivering the report.

"Negative," they responded, their tone unwavering. "The Matriarch is not credited with this achievement."

"A novel force has emerged within the Blue Spiral Galaxy. They identify themselves as the Order of Absolute. Their leader is a Saint, accompanied by six other Saints. Their sudden appearance enabled them to strike with overwhelming might, catching the Eternal presence entirely off guard and dismantling it in a singular, relentless campaign."

As these pronouncements settled, the speaker raised a hand.

The space above the table's center warped, then unfolded to reveal a projection. Figures appeared sequentially, forming a silent, ordered line. At the focal point stood a man with a disarmingly charming smile. Surrounding him were six others, each distinct in appearance, each radiating a unique facet of power.

"Seven Saints… within a mid-tier galaxy," another entity mused, their tone laced with surprise. "When did such a power emerge, and how have we remained unaware of this individual?"

"Their ascent is quite recent," the initial speaker responded. "Our operatives have already commenced gathering intelligence. Comprehensive details will be provided shortly."

A new voice interjected, its tone sharper and more analytical.

"What is their standing on the merit rankings?"

The answer was immediate.

"Their leader is positioned at 1214 and bears the title Prime Monarch."

A subtle ripple went through the projected figures once more.

"And the other members of this force?"

"They do not appear on the merit roster."

This revelation captured their attention.

"Not present?" one inquired again. "Elaborate."

"The system itself has designated the relevant records as classified," the speaker stated. "All attempts to access further information have been met with denial."

This fact, more than any previous piece of information, altered the prevailing atmosphere.

"Classified by the system directly…" a crystalline being commented, light refracting across its form. "That is an infrequent occurrence."

"Something is unfolding beyond our perception," another added. "If the system is deliberately obscuring it, then the matter cannot be insignificant."

A brief period of silence ensued as each entity contemplated the implications according to their own understanding. Then, almost as an afterthought, the first speaker continued.

"They have also managed to eradicate Hollow Star within their galaxy."

This announcement elicited an even stronger reaction.

"That is impossible."

"Hollow Star does not fall to an emerging faction."

"Even our own efforts required—"

"Confirmation regarding the method employed is currently unavailable," the speaker interrupted, maintaining a calm demeanor.

This response did little to alleviate the growing unease; it seemed to intensify it. For the first time since the meeting commenced, the projections appeared less like detached observers and more like individuals caught in the currents of events beyond their command.

"That resolves the matter," one declared finally, their voice firm and decisive, piercing through the remaining uncertainty. "This is not an unknown factor we can afford to disregard."

Several subtle yet clear nods of agreement followed.

"We must initiate direct contact."

"Indeed. Passive observation is no longer adequate."

"Agreed."

The initial speaker waited for the collective agreement to solidify before speaking once more.

"That aligns perfectly with my recommendation. We shall extend a formal summons to their leader and bring him before the Council. A dialogue is essential."

There was no dissent from this proposal.

"Then, the decision is made," the speaker concluded.

The central projection flickered once more, the image of Billion Ironhart remaining stable for a fleeting moment longer than the others.

"An envoy will be dispatched," the speaker announced. "And Lord Billion shall receive our invitation to the Council."