My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 265: The Unraveled Death Mist

A thin, needle-like beam—no thicker than a strand of hair—shot forward in absolute silence. It hit the wall instantly, boring a perfect, round violet hole straight through the Deathmist.

There was no explosion. No shockwave. Just… absence.

And then the collapse began.

The mist started folding inward, sucked into the hole like water draining into a void. The swirling black mass of Deathmist trembled, then fell quiet. Still. But no matter how hard it fought, it couldn’t escape.

It was being erased.

I watched as more and more mist spiraled into the point of collapse. Even the air around it began to stretch and bend, pulled toward the beam’s core.

Behind me, the Phantom shrieked in fury.

Then it did something insane.

It dove straight through Silver’s tornado, ripping through the blades and winds, tearing its own body apart in the process. Mist and armor flew off in chunks.

But it didn’t care.

The Phantom tore through the storm, pushing past Silver’s attack, its broken body flaking apart with every movement—but its eyes were locked on me.

It was coming. Fast.

I reacted without thinking. My wings flared wide, and I shot upward, the rush of wind and momentum pulling me higher in the air.

The Singularity Beam was still working.

More and more Deathmist collapsed into the tiny violet hole, dragged inward like it was being erased from existence. I watched as nearly twenty percent of the wall disappeared entirely, leaving behind a wide opening in the black curtain.

And through that hole… I saw what lay behind the wall.

The land beyond was twisted—black trees with crooked, sick-looking branches reached up like claws. The ground was dry, cracked, and leaking thin trails of dark smoke.

But at the center of all that decay, something different stood out.

There was a small cluster of green trees—alive, untouched by the corruption. Maybe a hundred of them. They stood tall, their leaves full and vibrant, glowing faintly with life. Like they were resisting the rot around them.

And right in the middle of that cluster was a wide clearing.

Lying in that clearing was a massive serpent.

It was huge—easily a hundred feet long, with thick, scaled coils curled tightly together. Its body shimmered with the color of deep ocean blue… or at least, it once did.

Because most of it—nearly seventy or eighty percent—was no longer blue.

Its scales had turned a mix of grey and black.

My chest tightened. I didn’t need to get closer. I didn’t need a second look.

I knew exactly who it was.

Azalea.

But before I could process more, the Phantom’s screech tore through the air, snapping my attention back. Two massive wings made of Deathmist erupted from its back in a violent burst.

Then it launched itself straight at me.

I chuckled under my breath.

“Fine.”

With a focused [Seismic Burst] from my feet, I blasted forward to meet it head-on.

We clashed midair with a boom that cracked the sky.

The Phantom’s massive fist swept toward me like a black meteor. I twisted sideways and parried with the metal shaft of my staff—Essence reinforcing the impact. The shockwave from the clash sent dust and broken branches spiraling through the air below.

It growled, lifting its other hand, a clawed mass of Deathmist armor, and swung again.

I darted backward, my wings pulling me into a tight arc. Its speed was monstrous, but I was faster—more precise.

The Phantom roared in frustration and charged.

I let it.

When the punch came, I spoke a single word into the Domain.

“Freeze.”

The space around the Phantom’s shoulder shimmered—then locked. Just as its fist was about to crash into me, its entire arm jerked to a halt mid-motion, frozen in the space. The rest of its body surged forward, and for a brief second, it staggered, caught off-balance.

I spun forward and smashed my staff directly into the side of its helmeted head.

Crack.

The impact rang like a gong. Mist exploded from its skull. The force of the blow knocked the Phantom sideways, and it tumbled across the air, crashing into a half-destroyed tree with a thunderous crunch.

I didn’t let up.

I shot downward, slammed into the ground, and kicked off again—launching myself straight at it like a bullet.

The Phantom rose with a deep snarl and tried to backhand me with its other arm.

I ducked beneath the swipe and struck its ribs with three clean fist blows each one fired with [Seismic Burst].

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Its Armor split.

And violet Essence flared around my staff as I drove the end into its chest. The impact sent the twenty-foot monster skidding back, its feet digging trenches into the dry, cracked ground.

It screeched in anger—but I could feel it. It was off-balance.

Then, its body stopped moving.

The Phantom’s armored head dipped slightly, and for a second, I thought it was falling.

Instead, it crumbled. Its entire form began to unravel—armor flaking off into vapor, limbs melting into thick black tendrils. Within moments, the twenty-foot figure dissolved completely into the Deathmist.

I narrowed my eyes.

The mist thickened unnaturally, coiling in the air like a serpent, and then—without warning—it rushed me.

I swung my staff in a clean arc through the incoming mist. But there was nothing solid. The black mist dispersed with the strike, then reformed instantly behind me.

I twisted mid-air and struck again. Same result.

“Tch,” I clicked my tongue, scanning my surroundings. The mist was everywhere, but it was alive now.

A quick glance toward the wall told me the [Singularity Beam] was still active. Over half of the Deathmist wall was gone, steadily sucked into the small violet hole that refused to die out.

Another surge of mist rushed from below. I tried again, but my staff cut through it uselessly.

“Allright.”

I gripped the staff tighter and forced Essence into it. Violet threads ran across its length, pulsing with intensity. The next swing came fast, downward and precise. When the head of the staff hit the mass of mist—

SZZZHHHRRRAAAKK!!

The mist didn’t disperse this time. It screamed. Essence tore through it like fire through cloth, and part of the black fog evaporated into nothing.

“Got you.”

But the Phantom didn’t stop. Instead, it changed.

The mist shot upward, twisting violently before exploding outward into dozens of dark constructs—swords, spears, chains, jagged wheels—all aimed straight at me.

I ducked beneath the first wave, staff spinning to deflect the spear that followed. A whip of black mist curved around to grab my leg, but I growled, pointing my hand.

“Freeze.”

Space warped—and the chain halted mid-air.

A sword flew from the left—I conjured a [Spatial Shield], and it shattered harmlessly against the curved violet barrier.

Another spear came from above. I slammed my palm forward and released a burst of raw Violet Essence. It crashed through the mist with a roar, vaporizing a wide arc clean through the Phantom’s body.

But still it reformed.

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