My Talent's Name Is Generator

No one stood in front of me anymore, but I could sense more of them rushing toward my location in tight groups—dozens at a time, scattered across the realm.

While I waited, I kept part of my perception fixed on Steve and North. They had already gone deeper into the base, cutting their way toward the prison levels. I wasn’t too worried though because Lyrate was with them. That woman was a walking death in motion, and as long as she was near, even Steve and North could move freely.

My focus shifted to Knight, who was in the portal room. His movements were a blur, his presence like a living shadow.

Three Masters were trying to corner him but from the way he moved, it looked more like he had surrounded them. He flickered across the room using his shadow steps, striking fast and vanishing even faster. I watched as his bone claws sliced through one of the men’s shoulder before melting back into darkness.

Once I was satisfied that all three teams were doing fine, I let myself relax a little and focused back on the ground in front of me.

Silver circled above me, his crimson wings spread wide. His Essence radiated sharpness and fury. I could feel his emotions, he was just as excited as I was.

Within seconds, the first group arrived at the wreckage. Around thirty Masters stepped into the area. Their levels were high, between 150 and 190 but they were clearly not ready for what they were walking into.

First came the confusion on their faces. Then the anger. And finally, fear when they saw the shattered statue, the splattered blood, the mangled remains of the people I had just killed.

Above us, the green storm cloud cracked with thunder, echoing across the realm.

One of them was about to speak when Silver roared from the skies and unleashed a wide crimson beam. It tore through the air like a divine spear, glowing bright with deadly power.

The shout of warnings echoed among the Masters as they scrambled to raise shields and summon barriers.

Then the beam hit.