My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 667: Prove His Innocence

The two remaining transcendent demons reacted instantly as Dravon fell, their forms becoming blurs as they flanked Aurora. They refrained from attacking, merely hovering in place with coiled muscles and expressions of cold wariness.

Aurora paid them no mind. She remained floating, hands clasped behind her back, humming a light tune as if she were among friendly neighbors rather than two lethal adversaries.

A few seconds of heavy, suffocating tension passed.

Suddenly, the crater below radiated a crimson glow.

BOOM.

Dravon surged from the depths in a towering pillar of flame, striking the ruined earth with a heavy thud. Steam rose from his body as scorched skin peeled away, only for fresh flesh to knit together instantly beneath the intensifying heat of his aura.

He rolled his shoulders, his bones emitting a sharp crack.

Then, a smile spread across his face.

It was a wide, exhilarated grin.

"I see..." he remarked slowly, his voice raspy from the lightning strikes. "You are an elemental. A demon aligned with an elemental—that is a rare sight indeed. You possess great power. I will grant you that much."

Aurora dismissed the compliment with a casual wave of her hand.

"Don't be upset, dear. Life has its ups and downs." She leaned forward, her tone dripping with sweetness. "I am simply pleased you managed to keep your temper in check."

One of the other transcendents inhaled sharply at her audacity.

Dravon, however, did not succumb to rage. He let out a soft laugh, speaking as if to an old friend rather than the person who had just crushed him into the dirt.

"Why is an elemental like you present here? In a minor world such as Armus?" he inquired.

Aurora gestured lazily toward Primus, who remained nearby, observing the exchange.

"He required assistance. And my superior instructed me to help," she replied airily.

Dravon’s eyes narrowed, filled with sudden curiosity.

"Your superior, you say? Perhaps you could reveal your true identity then."

Aurora tapped her chin in a thoughtful gesture.

"Well... that is a bit complex." A radiant smile appeared beneath the shadow of her hood. "But if you must know, my rank would be the vice leader of our organization."

Across the field of battle, a mental scream erupted in my mind.

’That fat bitch.’ It was Lyrate’s voice.

Ragnar chimed in immediately, sounding deeply offended, ’Wait a moment. Who appointed her vice leader? When was this decided? Why wasn't I consulted?’

Knight let out a quiet snort beside me. Even Aurora’s shoulders were trembling as she fought back laughter.

Dravon raised an eyebrow. "Vice leader of... what exactly?"

Aurora pointed toward the sky with dramatic flair.

"You would have to ask my boss about that."

There was a brief pause.

Dravon searched the heavens, then the ground, before turning back with a bewildered expression.

"And just where is this boss of yours?"

Aurora responded with a completely straight face:

"He is right here. But because he is too powerful, you are unable to see him."

Dravon’s face went deadpan.

"...Are you mocking me?"

"No! I promise!" Aurora exclaimed, raising her hand as if taking a solemn oath. "He is truly here. Just staying hidden. He even refuses to name our group. He is quite terrible at naming things. His own name is like... alcohol; you only begin to appreciate it after you've developed a taste for it."

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. Knight was shaking with silent laughter next to me.

Dravon rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.

"Let me recap," he said slowly. "You are part of an organization without a name. Your leader has an awful name. He is supposedly standing right here but won't show himself. You are an elemental of unknown rank and origin. And through all this, I am supposed to believe you aren't allied with the Eternals."

Aurora nodded with a cheerful grin.

"Precisely!"

Dravon closed his eyes as if seeking the patience of the gods.

Then, he looked back at Primus.

"You still must prove your innocence," he declared. "Because so far? Nothing you have presented has convinced me otherwise."

Aurora tilted her head. ’Boss,’ her voice echoed in my mind, sounding amused, ’I believe he is calling you out.’

Ragnar grumbled, ’Remind her she isn't the vice leader.’

Lyrate hissed, ’She most certainly is NOT.’

’I have no intention of showing myself,’ I answered lazily. ’Just keep hitting him until he accepts that Primus is innocent. And Lyrate, didn't you mention showing us the results of your work on the envoy? Proceed. We are all waiting.’

Aurora released a dramatic sigh through the mental link.

’Why are you acting shy now? I set the stage perfectly for your grand entrance.’

I ignored her entirely.

Aurora chuckled softly under her hood, entertained by my silence. She spread her fingers, and arcs of lightning began to dance through the air.

Then, she vanished.

A second later, three massive thunderclaps shook the entire valley.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

Aurora manifested in front of Dravon, Korvath, and Mazikeen all at once. Three streaks of azure light tore across the field as she struck the trio simultaneously.

Dravon was hurled backward, skidding over the fractured stone. Korvath was sent spinning, colliding with a massive shard of mountain. Mazikeen spiraled toward the earth, carving a deep trench upon impact.

The thousand-man regiment behind them reacted instantly, shifting their weapons and tightening their formation like a single, massive predator preparing to strike.

But Dravon’s roar echoed across the landscape:

"HALT."

Every armored grandmaster stopped dead, not daring to move against his command.

Aurora drifted back a few paces, returning her hands to her back and humming as though nothing had occurred.

That served as the signal for Lyrate. She snapped her fingers with a lazy motion.

A loud crack split the earth behind the remnants of Del Rey. The ground opened up, revealing a dark fissure directly beneath the envoy.

From the shadows... something emerged.

It was a wooden puppet, small and humanoid, constructed from gnarled roots and ancient bark. A green light flickered within its empty eye sockets. Leaves grew from its shoulders, and long vine-whips extended from its arms, twitching like serpents.

The puppet crouched low.

Then—

CRACK!

It surged forward like a projectile, appearing instantly before Gyros.

Before the envoy could react, the puppet’s vine lashed out, wrapping around his throat with lethal accuracy.

Gyros’s eyes bulged in terror. He fought against the tightening vine, but the puppet yanked its arm, slamming him violently into the dirt.

BOOM!

Dust billowed into the air as the envoy’s body crashed into a new crater.

Lyrate’s cheerful voice sounded in the mind link:

’See? I told you I had a surprise waiting for him.’

Lyrate wasn't finished yet.

The puppet hoisted Gyros into the air, holding him up like a caught prize.

Knight clicked his tongue, sounding somewhat amused.

’What exactly is the goal here?’ he asked.

I shrugged from within the hidden dimension.

’Nothing special. These people don't seem to be part of Lana’s little plot, so... I just want us to build a bond through a good beating.’