My Talent's Name Is Generator

"Let’s go, Steve," I called out, noticing he was still deep in conversation with Azalea.

He glanced back, nodded quickly, and jogged over to join me.

As we walked, I looked over at him and asked, "Do you have any idea what kind of ability you’re aiming for?"

Steve shook his head, thoughtful. "Not yet. I’m still thinking it over. I guess I’ll wait and see what my class evolution gives me first. Then we can plan around that."

I gave a small nod. "Makes sense."

Turning away, I whispered, "Silver."

In response, the familiar crimson mist rose up from the core, swirling and condensing until Silver stepped out. Without a word, we both climbed onto his back.

With a sharp screech, Silver launched himself into the air. The wind rushed past us as he flew down from the floating island, banking toward the mountain range below.

It hadn’t been long since I’d last been here, only a few hours ago, I had killed the Holt family’s Master-ranked fighters. And before that, I’d cleared the entire mountain of dead crawlers.

Now, I was back... but this time, to hunt Abominations for Steve’s sake.

Silver adjusted his angle mid-air, wings slicing the sky. He picked up speed before gently slowing down and landing on a high mountain peak with a single, powerful flap.