My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 653: The Final Decision

"Anyway, Aurora, you've been introduced to everyone for now," I remarked, putting an end to their conversation. "I have a few other close associates you'll encounter later. For the time being, I am sending you all back."

Lyrate's expression was one of absolute betrayal as she glared at me.

"Pardon? You called me out just to make introductions?" Her tone was thick with revulsion and irritation, as if my actions were a direct slight against her bloodline.

"In a way," I confessed. "However, I'll be summoning you again shortly. A battle is approaching, and I need you to strike terror into the hearts of the demons."

She let out a scoff, tossing her hair with a dramatic flair.

"Very well."

Her form dissolved into a scarlet mist before being pulled back into the core. One after another, the remaining companions followed suit.

Only Knight stayed behind, lounging in a chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What is the plan now?" he inquired.

"Next, we target the Del Reys," I replied. "I'm going to accelerate the process through Primus."

Knight gave a slow nod. "And what about Plan B? The one Lana brought up?"

"Well," I let out a sigh, "attacking her family will force Lana to act. She will either have to rush back here or divulge details about Plan B to the envoy. If that strategy relied on phantoms or abominations, I might have already sabotaged it by destroying one of their strongholds. We shall see."

Knight stood up, pushing himself off the chair at last.

"Where do you need me?"

"Go to the capital," I instructed. "Shadow the envoy. Eavesdrop on every word he says, particularly his interactions with Lana."

He offered a single nod of understanding.

"And the old demon?" he asked, referring to Romothese.

"Eliminate him," I answered bluntly.

Knight gave a small nod as shadows began to crawl up his frame like dark ink. He faded into the gloom and vanished.

I didn't linger for a second. I took to the sky, flying directly toward the Ronic capital. I had to locate Primus and witness the extent of the chaos currently unfolding.

*****

It wasn't long before I reached the skies above the Ronic capital. I immediately spotted Primus and the others assembled in the meeting hall. However, something else caught my eye: every few moments, the teleportation array at the city gates pulsed with light, delivering groups of ten or twenty demons. These were reinforcements. The city was mobilizing for conflict.

I sent a telepathic transmission straight to Primus.

’Update me on the situation here.’

Primus’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment as my voice echoed in his mind.

’We demanded they hand over Romothese,’ he answered, ’but the envoy claims he has vanished. The envoy arrived in person. He confirmed that soul energy was utilized to assassinate the Ronic ancestor, yet he remains adamant that Romothese wasn't the culprit.’

’Why is he so certain?’ I questioned.

’He refused to elaborate. He was simply... obstinate about it. However, I could sense his unease. He is unable to track Romothese's location, and it’s clearly making him anxious.’

’What is the current plan of action?’ I asked.

’A declaration of war against the Del Reys,’ Primus said. ’If we proceed, the primary conflict will ignite in the Valley of Warriors. We aren't sure how the envoy will respond, though. He has already cautioned us against starting a full-scale war.’

The Valley of Warriors was a massive, ancient battlefield where the seven families historically conducted their wars without damaging each other’s cities. If the Bloodreavers and the Ronic family declared war, the matter would be decided there.

’I'll handle the envoy,’ I informed him. ’I will ensure he cannot interfere with the proceedings.’

Primus paused for only a heartbeat. ’So... we move forward?’

’Yes,’ I stated firmly. ’Proceed. I will provide my summons as well. Secure an overwhelming victory. Make the Ronics dread your power and your name. Afterward, the summons will assist your family in purging the abomination zones within your lands. Your prestige will only grow.’

A glint of ambition and fire sparked in Primus’s eyes.

’Understood,’ he replied. ’We shall begin.’

The Ronic assembly hall was overflowing with people. Grandmasters, masters, and Elders—every significant demon of the clan stood packed together. The atmosphere was sweltering and tense, humming with a fury that was barely kept in check. As Primus stepped forward, every gaze shifted toward him.

He tilted his chin up and allowed his aura to surge.

"You have all presented many arguments and logical points, but we are all aware of why we have gathered," Primus began. "Ancestor Orobas was an intended target, but he survived; however, Ancestor Modrin is dead. A Transcendent was murdered within his own private chambers. Soul energy was the weapon. This leads to only one conclusion: the Del Reys are responsible."

A low, guttural growl rippled through the room.

Primus went on, "We demanded Romothese be produced. The envoy insists he is ’missing’. How convenient, wouldn't you agree?"

Many demons grumbled in agreement, while a few let out snarls.

Primus gestured toward the gates where more soldiers were pouring through the teleportation circle. "The Bloodreavers arrived with peaceful intentions. We sought clarity. In return, we were met with stalling tactics and excuses. The envoy claimed it wasn't Romothese, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary."

"When someone dares to assassinate your ancestor, infiltrates your halls, and then hides behind flimsy excuses—how do you respond?"

"Kill them!" a voice roared.

"Make them bleed!" another bellowed.

Primus gave a nod. "Precisely. We cannot remain idle. We cannot wait for the envoy to finish his meal and grant us his blessing. The Del Reys have crossed a line. If we waver now, they will strike again with whatever scheme they are brewing. They will not rest until they dominate Armus."

The whispers escalated into a thunderous rumble. Flames began to flicker across the bodies of several demons.

Primus’s eyes blazed. "The Bloodreavers have made their choice. We are heading to the Valley of Warriors. We are declaring war on the Del Reys. If the Ronics still possess any pride or honor, you will stand with us."

At that moment, Orobas stepped up to join him.

The presence of the old ancestor saturated the hall. Crimson flames danced around him as his voice boomed like a thunderclap.

"Primus speaks the truth," Orobas declared. "Understand this clearly: Armus is our world. Our domain. The envoy is merely that—an envoy. He does not rule us. He does not dictate our lives."

The demons roared their approval.

"Let the envoy come," he added coldly. "If he attempts to block us, we will deal with him accordingly. This is a conflict between Sects, a matter of Armus, not Dragos." His expression hardened. "Furthermore, it is obvious he is favoring the Del Reys. Every word he speaks reeks of prejudice. I say we strike first before they can complete their plans."

"Platius," Orobas said, his voice heavy with the weight of expectation, "what is your choice?"

All attention shifted to the Ronic family head. Platius bowed his head and closed his eyes as a profound silence fell over the hall. Every demon held their breath. His decision in this moment would dictate the fate of the coming dawn.

Several long seconds ticked by.

Finally, Platius looked up. His voice resonated through the chamber.

"We go to war... for vengeance."

A massive shockwave of fire and bellows erupted.

"WAR!"

"SLAY THE TRAITORS!"

"TO THE VALLEY OF WARRIORS!"

The hall trembled under the collective wrath of two demon families choosing the path of violence without a second thought.