My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 687: We Got An Org

"I... I'm doing alright," she stammered. "I was... I was really hoping our paths would cross again."

On board the vessel, Steve nearly let his blade slip from his hand.

"What's happening out there?" he whispered, his eyes glued to the viewport.

I let out a sigh and shook my head. "No idea. That is just Aurora being herself."

"And who is that demon girl?" Steve queried, pressing closer to the glass.

"That’s Mazikeen," I answered. "The three of them visited Armus once before."

Steve’s eyes grew wide. "Why didn't you mention there was a gorgeous demon babe involved too?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I wasn't aware you were on a dedicated search for gorgeous demon babes."

"Of course I'm looking for hot chicks," he retorted instantly. "Give me an introduction."

"No," I replied bluntly. "Go introduce yourself."

As Steve took a step forward, I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back. "Not right now, you moron."

He snorted and folded his arms, finally quieting down, though his gaze remained fixed on Mazikeen, following her every move.

"Be sure to tell me if he ever bothers you, alright?" Aurora said outside, gently patting Mazikeen’s head as if she were soothing a child.

Mazikeen nodded hurriedly, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

Dravon cleared his throat, the sharp noise cutting through the heavy silence of the void. He surveyed the surrounding chaos—twisted metal, floating debris, drifting survivors, and the single remaining command ship—before turning his attention back to us.

"I see you’ve stopped hiding," he remarked slowly. "What is your purpose here? And are you responsible for all of this?"

Aurora moved toward Dravon.

"There is no point in hiding anymore," she replied casually. "We have come because we wish to assist with this rift. As for the fleet—" she gestured toward the Transcendent demon "—that individual launched an unprovoked attack on Primus. We merely defended ourselves."

Dravon’s face grew stern. His focus shifted from Aurora to the armored demon hovering nearby.

"Gorath," Dravon addressed him evenly, "why did you initiate an attack?"

Gorath stood rigid, his expression unreadable. "According to the intel I received, I suspected they were allied with the Eternals. The reports coming out of Armus were... questionable."

Dravon’s brow knit together. "I already filed a comprehensive report," he stated. "It was distributed to every command unit, yourself included. The envoy was a liar. The Bloodreavers were the ones targeted. Our mission was to find out who was actually collaborating with the Phantom."

Gorath’s expression remained stony.

"I didn’t have the time to read any reports," he answered coldly.

A heavy silence followed, the kind of tension that felt like a physical weight on everyone present.

Dravon stared at him for a long beat before letting out a slow breath. "You are dismissed to your post," he finally said. "I will take charge of them from this point forward."

Gorath’s jaw clenched tight. "They annihilated my fleet," he hissed through bared teeth. "There will have to be a reckoning for this."

Dravon met his stare without blinking. "We shall see about that."

For a split second, it appeared Gorath might protest. Instead, he turned away abruptly.

Without saying another word, Gorath signaled his remaining troops. The demons moved efficiently, boarding the scarred but functional command ship. Engines ignited, and moments later, the craft slid back into the void, vanishing through the same spatial ripple it had used to arrive.

Stillness returned to the battlefield.

Dravon turned his attention back to us.

"Now," he began, his voice regaining its composure, "let us speak—"

Before Dravon could finish his sentence, I flicked my hand.

Space warped.

In the blink of an eye, all three of them were standing inside my ship.

The abrupt transition made the air vibrate. The three demons reacted instantly, their bodies tensing as their auras flared by instinct. A surge of power filled the room for a moment before they regained control. Dravon’s eyes scanned the ship's interior with clinical precision, noting the layout before his gaze landed on me.

Aurora and Primus moved silently, positioning themselves on either side of me.

I stepped forward and held out my hand.

"I am Billion Ironhart," I said steadily. "I'm the boss Aurora mentioned."

Dravon inspected my face for several seconds. I saw no malice in his eyes, only wariness and calculation. Finally, he reached out and gripped my hand firmly.

"I am Dravon Emberlord," he responded. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

I offered a small smile and a nod.

"The pleasure is mine."

"I must admit," Dravon said slowly, "I never imagined the leader of that elemental would be a human." He paused, his eyes briefly darting toward North and Steve. "Though I suppose I should have anticipated it. Primus came back with two humans. It stands to reason there could be more."

"You performed well out there," I said calmly. "You made quite an impression on Aurora. Enough that she requested we intervene and help."

Dravon’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at Aurora. Beside him, Mazikeen lowered her head, clearly trying to suppress a giggle.

"I impressed you?" Dravon asked, looking truly surprised.

"Indeed," Aurora answered without missing a beat. "Few people can take a strike from me and keep smiling. It requires a very specific brand of shamelessness to manage that."

Her tone was clearly filled with praise.

Dravon was silent for a moment, then exhaled. "I'm... pleased I managed to leave a positive impression," he said, turning back to me. "Now, speak plainly. Why have you come?"

"I've already told you," I replied. "We are here to assist."

"Assist with what?" Dravon demanded.

"To seal the rift," I stated, clasping my hands behind my back.

The three demons reacted simultaneously, their eyes widening. However, Dravon’s expression quickly turned grim.

"Mr. Ironhart," he said with total seriousness, "this is no joking matter. Do not mistake my demeanor for lack of concern. We have bled for centuries to prevent that rift from growing. Entire fleets and noble bloodlines have been sacrificed just to contain it."

His voice dropped an octave. "The entities on the other side are incredibly powerful. Transcendent Eternals. Infinite waves of them. This isn't a task you simply decide to help with on a whim."

I looked him in the eye, unmoving.

"I am aware," I said. "That is precisely why I am here."

Dravon searched my face, looking for any sign of doubt.

He found none.

"You possess great confidence," he noted carefully.

"No," I corrected him. "I am simply serious."

I took a measured breath before continuing. "I am going to help you resolve this. In exchange, I want the name of my organization to reach every corner of the Blue Spiral Galaxy. The demons will be the ones to help us achieve that."

My eyes remained locked on his.

"If you require our expertise after this," I added calmly, "there will be a price. Consider this first task a gift from us."

"You have an organization?" Dravon asked, a note of suspicion creeping into his voice. "What is its name?"