My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 691: Decisions Made

Surveying the group, she shifted her gaze. "We are a faction of our own. There is only a single demon in our ranks. If everything collapses, Primus is the only one truly in danger. That is a significant factor."

Dravon massaged his temples, looking weary. "I am capable of setting up a formal introduction. I can arrange for you to speak with him face-to-face. What is the necessity of a kidnapping?"

"It serves as a demonstration of our power," North answered without a second thought. "Furthermore, official meetings are never truly confidential."

She locked eyes with Dravon. "The place is crawling with informants. Traitors are everywhere, and secrets always bleed out. If we want to catch the Eternals completely off guard, we must restrict this knowledge to as few individuals as possible."

Silence once again dominated the room.

For the first time, Dravon’s expression shifted; he was seriously contemplating the proposal.

"What is the strength level of the other members within the Order of Absolute?" he questioned.

"I won't reveal every detail," I answered calmly, "but three others possess power equivalent to Aurora's. They will be participating in this operation as well."

I intentionally left Silver out of the tally.

Dravon remained quiet for several moments, clearly calculating the potential consequences. Finally, he gave a small nod to himself.

"There are matters I must discuss in private," he eventually stated. "Expect our return shortly."

I acknowledged him with a nod. "Make it quick."

Dravon, Mazikeen, and Korvath retreated back to their own ship. I made no attempt to hinder their departure, maintaining a neutral facade.

As soon as they were gone, Steve let out a heavy sigh. "So... what do you suppose they’re debating over there?"

Aurora gave a casual shrug. "Whether placing his faith in us will destroy his career or be his salvation."

Steve blinked in surprise. "Is it really that extreme?"

"It is," Aurora replied bluntly. "From his perspective, this is a massive gamble. Should we fail, he will be held responsible for allowing unverified outsiders to meddle with a frontline rift. Errors of that magnitude are unforgivable."

North nodded in agreement. "He is the one vouching for us. Allowing an unregistered force to operate without oversight could lead to a catastrophe if things go south."

Primus let out a breath. "Saleos won't be pleased either. If Dravon bypasses his authority, he’ll create a powerful enemy within his own chain of command."

Steve looked toward me. "Do you believe he’ll give us the green light?"

"He will," I confirmed.

Aurora cocked her head to the side. "You seem very certain."

"I didn't release my aura for no reason," I told her. "He understood the message."

North observed me for a moment. "This rift has remained stagnant for decades. Every party involved has exhausted the same tactics. We represent the only variable that exists outside of their established system."

"And that is precisely what terrifies him," Aurora chimed in. "Yet, it is also the source of his hope."

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. "And if he refuses?"

I offered a slight shrug. "Then we proceed regardless. There will simply be more resistance to deal with."

Aurora responded with a quiet, amused chuckle.

Primus squared his shoulders. "If he signs on, the pace of events will accelerate rapidly."

"Indeed," I said. "And once the gears are in motion, there is no turning back."

I allowed my perception to drift outward, carefully weaving it until it encompassed Dravon’s vessel. I needed to hear their final verdict.

Inside the other ship, the atmosphere remained thick with tension. Instead of dissipating, the pressure seemed to intensify between the three demons.

Mazikeen was the first to speak. "Are you actually considering going through with this?"

Dravon didn't reply immediately. Beside him, Korvath stood with his arms folded, silent.

After a short pause, Korvath turned slightly. "What makes you think they can actually change the outcome?"

His voice held no malice or skepticism, only a desire for a direct answer.

Dravon exhaled slowly. "Because I don't sense any deception in them," he replied.

Mazikeen scowled. "That isn't a good enough reason."

"I am aware," Dravon snapped with a hint of frustration. "That isn't the only reason."

He paced across the deck briefly before stopping to collect his thoughts.

"When he unleashed his aura," Dravon explained, "it wasn't chaotic. He wasn't trying to intimidate or crush us. It felt... restrained. As if he was keeping something immense under tight control."

Korvath’s eyes sharpened at those words.

"I have been in the presence of Upper Transcendents," Dravon remarked. "Beings who were on the verge of reaching Sainthood. The sensation I felt from him was remarkably similar."

"Then there is Aurora," Dravon continued. "I engaged her in combat. You both witnessed it. The three of us attacked in unison. We are not weak, yet she parried us effortlessly."

Korvath gave a single nod. "She was merely toying with us."

"Exactly," Dravon said. "And that is the issue. Individuals possessing that level of mastery do not appear out of thin air."

He turned toward the viewport, his eyes fixed on the shimmering rift in the distance.

"They also asserted that they have three more members of her caliber."

Mazikeen’s eyes grew wide. "If that is the truth..."

"If it's true," Dravon finished in a level voice, "then we finally have access to a level of force we haven't seen in decades."

Korvath finally dropped his arms. "They are unaffiliated."

Dravon nodded. "That is the most crucial detail."

He turned back to face his subordinates fully. "They owe no allegiance to any empire or specific race. They are untainted by demon politics. They have no lands to defend, no reputations to uphold, and no worlds dictating their actions. They are unchained. This means they have no motive to lie to us," Dravon argued. "They aren't seeking political influence, funding, or favors. If they succeed, they aren't going to demand a seat at the table."

Mazikeen swallowed hard. "And what if they fail?"

"Then the status quo remains," Dravon said softly. "We continue to hold this line. We continue to bury our people. We continue to act as if this endless stalemate is acceptable."

Korvath was silent for a long beat.

Finally, he remarked, "You are acting out of desperation."

"I am," Dravon confessed. "I truly am."

His hand clenched into a tight fist. "But I am sick of watching these same tired strategies drain us of our lifeblood."

Mazikeen wavered. "And if they actually pull it off?"

Dravon took a deep, steadying breath. "If they succeed," he said with gravity, "a tempest will erupt over the demon world and the entire Blue Spiral Galaxy. A storm that I hope never dies down—one powerful enough to reach the very ends of the universe."

The weight of his words hung in the air.

The three demons fell into a pensive silence.

At last, Korvath spoke up. "Should I contact Uncle Saleos?" he asked. "And don't pretend you actually agree with their scheme of letting him be 'abducted.' It's dangerous. You might trust these people, but we cannot gamble with the commander's safety. When he realizes you were in on it, he’ll have your head."

Dravon held up his hands in a gesture of defeat, a tired grin touching his lips. "Yes, I'm well aware."

He let out a sigh. "However, we will let them believe it's a surprise. Go ahead and make the call. I’ll handle the explanation myself."

I raised an eyebrow as those words reached my senses. Dravon and his team were planning to play their own game with us.

A sudden laugh escaped me before I could suppress it.

The sound immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"What is it?" North asked, turning her focus toward me.

"Oh," I said, a grin widening on my face, "just something amusing. Do you want to hear the joke?"