My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 669: Echoes Of The Broken Valley

Dravon slowly massaged his temples.

“So, due to your own feelings of insecurity,” he remarked with a frigid, level voice, “we were forced to desert our posts and hurry to this location. Are you truly daring enough to lie to the monarchy’s face without any coercion?”

Gyros gave a hard swallow. His throat had gone bone-dry, leaving him momentarily speechless. The deception was obvious to everyone. We all recognized the lie. I suspected even Dravon realized that Gyros was merely a puppet for someone else.

“I… my own pride blinded me,” he finally managed to stammer, his voice trembling. “I mistakenly believed I could manage the situation independently. I was wrong. Utterly wrong.” Lowering his head, he stood with his hands balled into tight fists at his sides. “I offer my apologies. I am aware that I have failed my duty. Please… I am prepared to submit to any penalty for my actions.”

Dravon stared down at Gyros, his expression filled with blatant contempt.

“Do you realize how pathetic and incompetent you appear right now?”

Stepping forward, he delivered a powerful kick to Gyros’s chest.

Then he struck him again.

And again.

The weight of each blow increased, accompanied by a stream of insults.

“You useless piece of garbage.”

“What kind of gutless demon has the nerve to deceive the monarch’s army?”

“I ought to inter you in this dirt and let the abominations feast on you.”

With every hit, Gyros curled his body inward, his voice reduced to faint groans.

Aurora eventually clapped her hands together, dusting off her palms.

“It seems we have concluded our business here.”

“No,” Mazikeen snarled.

She lurched forward, her eyes fixed on Aurora. It wasn't simple bloodlust driving her, but a darker, more fixated obsession.

Aurora tilted her head slightly. “Is there something wrong with your brain, little girl?”

Mazikeen offered no reply.

She pounced.

This time, Aurora showed no restraint.

Vanishing from sight, she materialized above Mazikeen in a heartbeat. Her heel descended with the force of a sledgehammer, slamming into Mazikeen’s brow and burying her face into the dirt.

The ground trembled from the force of the impact.

Aurora gave a sharp flick of her fingers.

A binding cord of sizzling lightning manifested, coiling tightly around Mazikeen until she was fully restrained.

“Quite the handful,” Aurora remarked coolly. She hoisted Mazikeen up, draping her over her shoulder like a sack of grain. “You should take a lesson from your superior. He recognized his own weakness and surrendered immediately.”

Dravon let out a cough at the jab.

“It is referred to as a strategic withdrawal,” he grumbled, his face clouded with irritation as he hauled Gyros out of the impact crater.

The conflict had, at long last, truly concluded.

Dravon straightened his posture and surveyed the devastated valley, his demeanor returning to a state of controlled calm. He gripped Gyros by the collar, holding the broken envoy like a discarded tool.

“We are taking the envoy with us,” Dravon declared. “For the time being.”

On Aurora’s shoulder, Mazikeen attempted to thrash about, but the lightning restraints only tightened further against her skin.

“Mazikeen,” Dravon barked. “That is enough. Cease this and regain your composure.”

Her frame went rigid. The frantic hunger in her gaze faded, replaced by sheer annoyance. She stopped fighting her bonds, though her teeth remained gritted.

“Tch,” she hissed.

Aurora wore a subtle smirk but remained silent, shifting Mazikeen’s weight as if she were carrying nothing more than simple baggage.

Dravon turned his gaze back toward Primus. Silence had fallen over the war-torn landscape.

“This affair is far from settled,” Dravon stated. “We intend to conduct a proper investigation into how the phantom infiltrated Armus. If external players are behind this, they won't remain in the shadows for long.”

Primus gave a single nod of acknowledgement.

“Proceed as you must,” he replied. “Armus will not be exploited as a playground for others ever again.”

Dravon observed him for several moments before shifting his attention to Aurora.

“As for you,” he said. “You have yet to reveal your name.”

Aurora tilted her head, looking contemplative.

“That is because we aren't in the mood to share it yet,” she answered. “But there is no need for concern. We shall be visiting Dragos soon enough.”

She offered a polite, serene smile, though a sharp glint lingered in her eyes.

“When that time comes,” she added, “you will certainly hear of us. That is a promise.”

Dravon let out a slow sigh and nodded.

“I shall keep that in mind.”

He lifted a hand, and the colossal crimson portal behind him roared back to life, the fabric of space folding inward with a low vibration. His thousand grandmasters fell into formation instantly, showing perfect discipline.

Dravon hesitated before entering the gateway, Casting one last look at Primus.

“The board contains more pieces than you have perceived,” he warned. “There are more players in existence than you realize. What happened today was merely a single move.”

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“I look forward to our meeting in Dragos.”

He stepped into the rift, dragging the regretful Gyros along behind him. The remaining transcendent demons followed suit.

Aurora dropped Mazikeen near the edge, though the demon girl looked reluctant to leave. Just before crossing the threshold, Mazikeen looked back and said, “I shall be waiting for your arrival on Dragos.”

With a booming crack, the portal vanished.

The valley seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Primus hovered in the air for a moment before drifting down to the earth. Orobas was the first to greet him, his chest heaving with booming laughter.

“You succeeded,” the venerable ancestor shouted, slamming a heavy palm onto Primus’s shoulder. “I truly wasn't certain how this would end for a moment. Give my thanks to your companions.”

Dorian approached next, his face reflecting clear pride, though his expression remained sharp and observant.

“The status quo has shifted,” he remarked. “Armus will be forever changed by this.”

“Indeed, it will,” Primus agreed.

‘Very well, our work here is done. I want each of you to pair up with a Bloodreaver commander and assist in purging their troops from the abomination zones. Complete the task swiftly. We perform the ritual tomorrow, and then we depart from Armus,’ I commanded my summons through our mental link.

‘Understood,’ Lyrate answered.

‘Whatever you say, boss,’ Aurora replied.

‘Actually, Aurora, I’m giving you the responsibility of naming our group. However, you must ensure that the choice is unanimous,’ I added, feeling a bit of mischief.

‘Unanimous? Why? I only need to convince you,’ she countered immediately.

‘No, everyone must agree. I don’t want to hear other summons whining about names later, so we need total consensus,’ I insisted.

‘Hmm… very well, I shall take it seriously,’ Aurora said solemnly. ‘I simply need to persuade these others to appreciate the name I choose. I’m confident a few well-placed punches will help them recognize the brilliance of my decision.’

Ignoring her antics, Lyrate and the others moved out to execute my instructions.

I expanded my senses across the valley one final time, observing the wreckage of the battle. It was a grim, tragic scene. Yet, it also exposed a fundamental reality of this world. The failed ambitions of a single woman had exacted a heavy toll, paid by those who likely wanted no part in her schemes.

Releasing a slow breath, I turned my back on the ruins and walked away from the valley.

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