My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 657: Valley Of The Warriors

The sky was just beginning to turn pale when I reached the capital. A heavy silence hung over the city, as if it were holding its breath in anticipation of the impending storm. Descending without a sound, I stepped out of the void a short distance from the tower where the envoy resided.

Knight was already there, leaning against the tower’s base as though he had spent the entire night waiting. His arms were folded and his tail flicked lazily, yet the sharp glint in his eyes proved he hadn't let his guard down for a moment.

"You’re early," Knight remarked, not even bothering to turn around.

"As are you," I answered, stepping up to stand beside him. "Has there been any movement?"

"None." Knight gestured with his head toward the structure. "He’s been in meditation for the last hour. Likely trying to find some inner peace. He’s far more agitated than he’s letting on."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is he nervous about the war or about Lana?"

"Both," Knight said. "Though Lana is the primary cause."

Pushing himself off the wall, he turned to face me directly.

"He reached out to her twice during the night."

I crossed my arms. "And?"

Knight let out a short, dry laugh.

"She was livid. Practically screaming. Her composure shattered the moment she learned about the declaration of war."

I gave a single nod. "That is good."

Knight lowered his voice as he continued.

"The envoy attempted to explain that his hands are tied unless the Bloodreavers violate the regulations of Demon HQ—specifically regarding rebellion or ties to the Eternals. Without that, he lacks the authority to step in."

"I assume she didn’t take that well."

"That’s putting it mildly." A faint smirk appeared on Knight’s face. "She insisted that he ’fix it.’ He reminded her that internal conflicts are permitted unless a direct order comes from HQ. She didn't care for his excuses."

He stopped for a moment.

"Following a long silence, Lana told him exactly what she expected."

Knight’s eyes narrowed. "She ordered him to deploy the reinforcements. To halt the Bloodreavers and crush them if necessary, then pin the entire mess on them. With the Ronic ancestor already dead, the fall of the Bloodreavers would mean two of the three great families are wiped out."

I exhaled slowly. "So the plan remains unchanged. To eliminate two clans with a single strike."

Knight nodded in agreement.

"She even suggested that killing Orobas first would cause the rest to crumble. She believes executing the ancestor is the most efficient path. Afterward, her family can ’restructure Armus properly’ under the jurisdiction of the demon headquarters."

I clicked my tongue in disdain. "Quite a bold claim for someone who can’t even handle her own problems."

Knight shrugged. "She sounded remarkably confident. Likely because she views the reinforcements from Dragos as a certainty."

"They won’t be arriving," I stated. "Not today."

Knight tilted his head curiously. "Should we eliminate the envoy?"

"Absolutely not," I replied. "Killing him would give Lana the perfect justification to launch a full-scale assault on Primus. The envoy must stay alive, merely incapacitated."

"So the reinforcements are our only target," Knight concluded.

"Correct. Go sabotage their teleportation gate. Ensure it is disabled cleanly and that no traces lead back to us."

Knight’s tail flicked again. "They’ll be suspicious regardless. A gate collapsing on the very day war breaks out? They’ll sense something is wrong."

I shrugged indifferently. "It is of no consequence. We will be leaving this place in a few days anyway. Once the conflict concludes and we finish the Blood and Flame ritual, we head for Dragos to start our war with the Eternals." My tone grew lighter. "I’m eager to finally face the true enemy."

Knight gave a low chuckle. "Why bother with Dragos? Why not just travel the galaxy?"

"We will eventually," I said. "But first, I want to assist Primus with his troublesome wife. After that, the Ferans need to be taught a lesson. When that happens, the Nagas will surely intervene, given they rule this galaxy. It’s bound to be entertaining."

Knight shook his head, looking amused.

"It seems our internal disputes are consuming more time than the Eternals themselves."

"True," I conceded. "But it certainly keeps the journey from being dull. I don't mind being the antagonist for both universes."

Knight smirked as his form began to dissolve into the shadows.

"Only two universes? That sounds a bit small for us."

I watched him vanish entirely, a faint smile on my face as I wondered if his words might actually hold some truth.

*****

A few seconds of flight was all it took for me to reach the battlefield.

The Valley of the Warriors.

I had a personal appreciation for this tradition of keeping war away from the cities, the homes, and the innocent. It spared the civilians and the infrastructure, but more importantly, it kept the essence of combat pure. There were no distractions or excuses—only the clash of raw power.

There was a grim satisfaction in having a location dedicated solely to destruction. A place where warriors could release their full might without holding back.

The Valley wasn't a typical valley. It might have once been a circle of mountains, but ages of warfare had ground the landscape into something unrecognizable. The terrain was flat only because every peak that once stood there had been obliterated.

Deep, jagged fissures cut through the earth, some plunging into darkness. Blackened streaks from ancient lightning storms scorched the stone. Massive craters, each big enough to swallow a village, scarred the land like open wounds. Some had been melted smooth by intense heat, while others were torn and jagged from pure physical force.

The air was heavy with the remnants of past slaughter, with killing intent so deeply embedded in the dirt that it lingered for centuries. Even the wind seemed to die down here, as if afraid to disturb a place where so many had breathed their last.

The field was littered with bones.

Twisted, massive remains of monstrous creatures lay scattered about. Spines the size of palace towers were half-sunken into the dust. A six-eyed skull lay on its side, split perfectly in two. Ribs as thick as ancient trees protruded from the ground like snapped spears.

In the distance, I could see the marks of elemental destruction. There were frozen patches where ice defied the sun and scorched circles where life would never return. A cracked ridge still buzzed with residual lightning, echoing a battle from long ago.

This was the Valley of Warriors—the eternal witness of Armus to both power and death.

It was a stage carved by ancestors...

And it was ready for a new war to begin.