My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 258: My Domain Must Show No Mercy

I flapped my wings and landed softly on the ground. The crimson mist around me slowly pulled back, retreating into the generator core as my wings disappeared.

My boots touched the broken earth, still warm from the battle, and I walked forward—toward the only other living human left in this pocket realm.

Marcus Holt.

We had left him here after our interrogation, never expecting it would take us this long to return. So much had happened in between… but none of it changed what needed to be done now.

I stopped beside him and looked down at his unconscious body.

I remembered what he had said back then—how the Ferans were being experimented on by the Holts. According to him, the Holts were trying to use them to control Abominations.

I let out a breath.

There were only two real possibilities. Either it was a lie the Holts had fed to their own people… or there were experiments happening for real, but not on the Ferans—by the Ferans.

It didn’t matter anymore.

This entire place was going to be flipped upside down, whether those lies were true or not.

I raised a finger.