My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 666: Performance From The Lightning Queen

"Providing evidence isn't our responsibility from this point forward," Dravon declared. "We don't waste our breath arguing with those who commit treason. The burden is on YOU to prove your innocence."

A soft chuckle escaped Primus.

"Typical demon conduct," he whispered. He then locked eyes with Dravon, showing no sign of intimidation. "Very well. What sort of verification do you require from us?"

Dravon inclined his head. "What is it that you possess?" he countered, ignoring the question.

Primus remained unshaken.

"Grant us the right to question the envoy in your presence. I can demonstrate that he is a liar." His eyes cut toward Gyros with the sharpness of a blade.

Gyros tensed up instantly.

"What? I represent Dragos as an envoy! You possess no right to question me, let alone subject me to interrogation!"

Ignoring him entirely, Primus kept his focus on Dravon. The latter slowly shook his head in refusal.

"I cannot easily permit that." Dravon’s gaze narrowed as it shifted past Primus toward the hooded figures standing below—my summons. "However... I find them intriguing. They lack the scent of demons. Not even a trace."

"They are my companions," Primus answered without a second thought. "I requested their assistance to settle this dispute."

"Is that so?" Dravon’s curiosity grew sharper. "Then why not have them show their faces?"

Primus offered a faint smirk.

"That also would be difficult to permit." He paused, stepping aside slightly while keeping his eyes on Dravon. "But... you are free to ask them yourself."

A curl appeared on Dravon’s lips.

"Highly interesting," he remarked. "And quite amusing." He let out a quiet laugh. "Then I shall do exactly that."

He vanished into thin air.

One breath he was hovering near Primus; the next, he materialized right in front of Aurora. His movement was so rapid that it caused the air to snap in his wake.

Beside me, Knight murmured with an amused tone, 'Oh, this is going to be quite the show.'

Dravon came to a halt before Aurora. Without a word, his hand lunged forward, his fingers reaching for her hood to tear it back and reveal her identity.

Before his fingers could even graze the fabric of Aurora’s hood, a thunderous explosion resonated across the entire valley.

The sound ripped through the air as if the firmament itself had been torn asunder.

In that same heartbeat, Dravon’s figure disappeared.

He reappeared a hundred meters away, sent flying like a falling star. He crashed through layers of solid rock and old craters before being buried deep in the earth. A violent plume of dust and stone fragments erupted into the sky.

Every demon present on the battlefield was frozen in place.

A sweet, playful voice emanated from beneath Aurora’s hood.

"How lacked in manners," she spoke, her voice gentle yet laced with amusement. "One should never touch a lady without her consent." She paused, sounding genuinely let down. "I suppose the task of teaching you that lesson falls to me."

Another thunderclap roared, sharper and more immediate, as if the atmosphere were breathing lightning.

A massive bolt of blue electricity struck down from the heavens, hitting the exact spot where Dravon lay in the crater.

The earth exploded. Stone was instantly turned to vapor. A massive shockwave surged across the valley, causing the armies of all three factions to stumble.

Aurora ascended into the air, floating with effortless poise. Her cloak billowed around her like a storm cloud. She stood with her hands behind her back, appearing calm and delicate.

"I could show you my face," she said softly, tilting her head toward the smoking hole in the ground. "But you seem far too weak."

Her tone became more cheerful.

"My beauty is simply too much for a weak heart to bear."

Faint lightning danced around her feet, creating circles of soft blue sparks that drifted like glowing insects.

Dravon suddenly burst from the crater, his scorched skin still crackling with electricity. His greatsword ignited, with magma-like flames surging along the metal. His expression shifted from shock to absolute rage.

"You dare—!!"

Aurora simply raised a single finger.

A tiny spark flew from its tip.

Dravon lunged to the side to evade, but the spark curved in mid-air and tapped his cheek.

It was a gentle touch.

It was followed by a deafening boom that sent him hurtling backward once more.

He tumbled through the air, barely regaining his balance as his boots carved deep furrows into the earth upon landing.

"You... little...!" Dravon roared.

Aurora actually giggled. It was a light, airy sound.

"I didn't expect much in the way of brains," she said kindly, "but surely even you can see I am holding back. Come now. Try a better swing."

With a furious roar, Dravon charged. The ground split behind him from the sheer force of his movement. He brought his greatsword down in a flaming arc capable of cleaving a mountain.

Aurora simply drifted slightly to the left.

A minor adjustment.

The blade missed her completely.

The resulting shockwave carved a new canyon into the field of battle.

Dravon blinked; he hadn't even perceived her movement.

She tapped her chin as if deep in thought, still floating in a relaxed manner.

"Your blade is very bright," she noted. "Is it trying to make up for something you lack?"

Dravon finally snapped.

His domain exploded outward—lava, intense heat, and molten rock swirled around him like a god of volcanoes. The sky turned a burning orange above him.

"Domain: Infernal Sovereignty!"

He unleashed a strike.

The slash transformed into a tidal wave of molten lava. Aurora simply held up her palm. A single ring of blue lightning manifested before her. When the molten wave hit it, the lava froze instantly.

The liquid fire hung suspended in the air like a still life painting.

Dravon’s eyes narrowed in disbelief.

Aurora tilted her head.

"That's quite cute," she whispered. "Here. Allow me to return the gesture."

The frozen lava compressed, collapsing into a tiny point of blue light no larger than a marble.

It blinked once.

Then it detonated into a storm of lightning spears that rained down on Dravon like celestial judgment.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!

Each strike pushed him back, tearing through the layers of his domain. His armor began to liquefy.

He attempted to fight back, lifting his sword—

Suddenly, Aurora was right there, her face inches from his, perfectly composed.

"You really should learn to keep your hands to yourself," she whispered.

She then tapped his forehead with a single finger.

Lightning erupted.

A colossal bolt drove Dravon straight into the ground, smashing him with such intensity that the valley floor collapsed, creating a new crater as large as a lake.

Total silence followed.

Aurora drifted back toward her companions, lightly dusting off her hands.

"That was quite refreshing," she said brightly. "Who is next?"

The entire battlefield, filled with demons and the forces from Dragos, stared at her in paralyzed, terrified wonder.

Because Aurora... she had just toyed with a transcendent commander as if he were nothing more than a naughty child.