My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 833 Lyrate's Arrival

With the base now discovered, a heavy burden within my chest finally eased. Answers were in my grasp, incomplete as some might be, dangerous in many ways, yet answers they remained. The war had regained its path forward. My parents' souls were secure in a place the Eternals could never touch.

For the first time after so long, the relentless strain in my mind had diminished. I extended my hands and softly cradled her face.

Just for an instant, I gazed at her.

Her hair swayed gently in the wind blowing along the streets, while the subtle glow from above danced in her eyes.

"I missed you," I whispered.

The words flowed more smoothly than anticipated.

Her eyes immediately grew tender.

"I missed you too," she answered.

The manner in which she spoke it caused the remaining tightness in my shoulders to vanish.

I bent closer.

The kiss unfolded unhurriedly. It lingered warm and gentle, pushing the surrounding world away briefly. As we parted at last, she pressed her forehead softly to mine, and I encircled her with my arms.

For some time, we stayed silent.

We just lingered there in the stillness.

At length, I spoke once more, my tone even gentler.

"You know… this whole planet belongs to us now."

North cocked her head a bit, a playful glint in her eyes. "Planning real estate already?"

I gave a light shrug. "Why not? We could construct a modest home somewhere around here. Distant from the urban sprawl. Perhaps close to one of the woodlands."

She pondered it briefly.

"No," she declared, giving a small shake of her head. "Not by a forest."

I blinked in surprise. "No?"

She offered a subtle smile. "If we're erecting something, I desire room. A broad open meadow. A spot where I can train with my swords without fear of striking trees or structures."

"That seems rather like a training area," I remarked.

"It is a training area," she shot back right away, her gaze sparkling with enthusiasm. "A real one. Targets spaced at various ranges. Dynamic dummies. Perhaps a varied landscape for honing combat skills on the move."

I let out a laugh. "You're envisioning a military school."

"I'm envisioning my own training regimen," she clarified.

"Fair point."

I drew her a touch nearer in my embrace.

"And what about the house?" I inquired.

She feigned consideration.

"Well," she drawled, "if you must, we can put up a little dwelling close by."

"How kind of you," I murmured.

She let out a soft chuckle.

For an instant, the talk died down, and I drew near again, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Her arms slipped around my shoulders in response, and the hush of the square grew even more profound around us.

Then it hit me.

A disturbance. A portal stirring to life within the teleportation center.

I drew away a fraction, my awareness heightening at once.

North caught the shift in my look.

"Someone's here," I stated.

She let out a quiet breath, though her faint smile lingered.

"Let me guess," she said. "Lyrate."

I dipped my head in agreement.

The disturbance from earlier intensified.

A ring of luminescence expanded over the square's pavement in the teleportation hub, spatial forces densifying until the whole edifice vibrated under the gateway's strain. The portal expanded gradually, its core darkening like a plunge into endless emptiness.

North and I headed back toward the group, eyes fixed on the expanding anomaly.

The initial shape emerged.

It wasn't Lyrate.

A colossal demon strode from the portal, encased in thick black plating inscribed with blood-red runes. The gear bore the clear mark of the Demon Monarch's forces, its segments stacked and sharp-edged for battle. A helmet with horns concealed much of his visage, save for the dim flicker of coal-hot eyes peering from the openings.

He halted briefly upon entry, surveying the area.

Then a second demon followed.

Then a third.

In moments, the firm tread of booted feet on rock resounded across the city.

I glanced toward the rest.

Silver let out a low whistle.

"Well," he grumbled, "that ramped up fast."

The demons kept streaming out in orderly procession. All donned identical battle gear, all bore arms slung over backs or hips, and each emanated identical might.

Peak grandmasters.

Hundreds strong.

Silence fell as the influx persisted. Once the initial hundreds had passed through, it was evident the square couldn't hold them all.

I lifted my hand idly and snapped my fingers apart.

Nearby structures rose from the earth as though tugged by unseen cords, then crumbled to dust. In no time, an expansive clearing encircled the portal, allowing the arriving troops space to assemble.

The demons marched forth in tight formations.

Ragnar edged nearer to me, his massive build overshadowing some companions as he observed the unending procession from the gateway.

"How many in total?" he wondered.

By then, the count had surpassed five thousand.

Steve crossed his arms and lifted his shoulders.

"It's Lyrate," he stated plainly. "So, heaven knows."

The portal held steady.

Further demons poured in, their lines extending over the freshly opened square with flawless order. No calls, no disorder, no needless steps. They advanced like a seasoned force primed for this very arrival long ago.

As the ten-thousandth demon crossed the threshold, the stream halted at last.

Briefly, the gateway wavered.

Then a fresh aura emerged.

Ferans.

Enormous feline soldiers advanced from the portal in compact units, their forms sheathed in plating for speed and raw strength. Striped pelts peeked from armor joints, and their amber gazes swept the area with restrained ferocity.

Five thousand strode through, each hefting massive weapons on backs or grips.

Knight bent toward Silver and whispered, "I feel oddly exposed now."

Silver inclined his head gravely. "Likewise. But Ferans. How's that possible?"

The Feran troops arrayed beside the demon lines, creating their own precise rows.

The portal throbbed anew.

This round, the entrants differed from the prior waves.

Insectoids.

Their frames stood tall and edged, armor fitted for bony appendages and stretched builds. Multifaceted eyes shimmered dimly, and their steps held an uncanny exactness as they filled the square.

Ten thousand passed over.

Their entry brought a subtle chitter to the air from synchronized armored joints. Soon, the square and adjacent paths became a grand martial gathering, scores of thousands of supreme fighters arrayed in neat order.

The portal shimmered again.

Next, another form appeared.

Demon General Kharzun. His plating overshadowed fellow demons, his essence exuding primal force as he advanced. At his side materialized Commander Saleos, trailed by three additional demon transcendents whose presences alone weighed down the atmosphere.

Following them were two known shapes.

Primus entered the portal next, his blazing mantle swirling as he surveyed the gathered host.

And at last—

Lylate.

She glided from the gateway with matching poise, her scarlet locks trailing as her flowing red gown billowed in the portal's draft.

A broad grin adorned her features.

Her crimson gaze locked onto me instantly across the expanse.

For a short while, she merely regarded me, evidently thrilled by the magnitude of her delivery.

Then her eyes drifted a touch. She spotted Aurora next to me.

Lylate's grin stretched further.

And with evident playfulness in her look, she flashed Aurora a deliberate, impish grin.