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

With the base now discovered, a burdensome weight within my chest finally lifted. Answers were in my possession—some partial, others fraught with peril, but answers regardless. The war had regained its course once more. My parents' souls were secure in a place the Eternals could never touch.

For the first time after such a long stretch, the unending strain in my mind began to fade. I extended my hands, cradling her face softly between them.

For an instant, I just gazed at her.

Her hair swayed gently with the wind blowing through the streets, while the soft glow from above danced in her eyes.

'I missed you,' I whispered softly.

The words flowed out more smoothly than I'd 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 completely.

I bent in closer.

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

For some time, we remained silent.

We just lingered there amid the hush.

At length, I broke the quiet again, my tone even gentler.

'You realize... this whole planet belongs to us now.'

North cocked her head a bit, a hint of amusement in her expression. 'Already scheming about property?'

I gave a casual shrug. 'Why not? We could construct a modest home in this area. Somewhere remote from the urban sprawl. Perhaps close to one of the woodlands.'

She appeared contemplative for a moment.

'No,' she declared, giving her head a small shake. 'Not by a woodland.'

I blinked in surprise. 'No?'

She offered a subtle smile. 'If we're constructing anything, I desire room to maneuver. A broad, open meadow. A spot where I can train with my swords free from the risk of striking trees or structures.'

'That strikes me as a lot like a practice arena,' I remarked.

'It is a practice arena,' she shot back without delay, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. 'A real one. Targets spaced at varying ranges. Dynamic dummies. Perhaps even a rugged landscape section for honing combat skills on the move.'

I let out a light laugh. 'You're designing a soldier training facility.'

'I'm designing my own regimen,' she clarified.

'Point taken.'

I drew her a touch nearer in my embrace.

'What about the home?' I inquired.

She feigned deep consideration.

'Hmm,' she drew out, 'if you must, we could erect a compact dwelling close by.'

'How kind of you,' I murmured.

She let out a gentle chuckle.

For an instant, the talk trailed off anew, and I drew near once more, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her arms slipped around my shoulders in response, and the stillness of the square intensified around us.

Then it hit me.

A disturbance. A portal igniting deep within the transportation center.

I drew away a fraction, my awareness heightening in a flash.

North caught the shift in my features.

'Someone's here,' I stated.

She exhaled softly, yet her faint smile lingered.

'Let me hazard a guess,' she said. 'Lyrate.'

I inclined my head in agreement.

The disturbance I'd detected moments before intensified.

A ring of luminescence expanded over the square's surface within the transportation center, the spatial forces growing dense until the whole edifice vibrated with the strain of an operational passage. The portal broadened steadily, its core shifting to an inky blackness like a plunge into endless nothing.

North and I headed back to 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 ebony armor inscribed with scarlet runes. The gear bore the distinct markings of the Demon Monarch's forces, its segments stacked and sharp-edged, forged for battle. A helmet with curving horns concealed much of his visage, though the dim flicker of flame-colored eyes pierced the openings.

He halted briefly upon entry, surveying the square.

Then a second demon followed in his wake.

Then a third.

In mere moments, the resounding tread of booted feet on rock started reverberating across the city.

I glanced toward the rest of the group.

Silver let out a low whistle.

'Well,' he grumbled, 'things took a turn fast.'

The demons kept streaming forth in orderly procession. Every one donned identical battle gear, every one bore arms slung over their backs or hips, and each emanated identical might.

Peak grandmasters.

Hundreds upon hundreds.

Silence hung as the influx persisted. Once the initial few hundred 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 forces, then crumbled to dust. In an instant, an expansive clearing encircled the portal, offering ample space for the arriving troops to assemble.

The demons marched onward in rigid lines.

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

'How many in total?' he wondered.

By then, their count had surpassed five thousand.

Steve crossed his arms and lifted his shoulders.

'It's Lyrate,' he remarked plainly. 'So, impossible to say.'

The portal held firm.

Additional demons kept appearing, their units fanning out over the freshly opened square with flawless order. No cries, no disorder, no needless motion. They advanced like a seasoned force long drilled for such an operation.

As the ten-thousandth demon exited the portal, the stream halted at last.

For a beat, the passage wavered.

Then a fresh entity emerged.

Ferans.

Enormous feline-like fighters poured from the portal in compact arrays, their forms sheathed in segmented armor blending speed and raw strength. Their banded pelts peeked from armor slits, and their amber gazes swept the area with restrained ferocity.

Five thousand strode through the passage, each hefting massive weapons on their backs or gripped in claws.

Knight bent close to Silver and whispered, 'I feel woefully under-equipped all of a sudden.'

Silver dipped his head gravely. 'Likewise. But Ferans. How did this happen?'

The Feran fighters arrayed themselves next to the demon lines, creating their own precise formations.

The portal throbbed once again.

This round, the entrants differed from the prior waves.

Insectoids.

Their frames towered slender and edged, their protective shells shaped to fit jointed appendages and stretched builds. Their multifaceted eyes shimmered dimly, and their steps held an uncanny exactness as they invaded the square.

Ten thousand breached the barrier.

Their entrance brought a subtle chittering to the air from their plated joints syncing in unison. In short order, the square and adjacent paths had become a grand martial gathering, with scores of thousands of supreme soldiers arrayed in neat order.

The portal shimmered anew.

Then another form appeared.

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

Trailing them were two known faces.

Primus crossed the threshold ahead, his blazing mantle swirling as he surveyed the gathered host.

And at last—

Lylate.

She glided from the passage with her usual fluid poise, her scarlet locks trailing as her flowing crimson gown billowed lightly in the draft from the portal's power.

A broad grin adorned her features.

Her crimson gaze locked onto me from across the square.

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

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

Lylate's grin stretched a fraction wider.

And with clear playfulness in her look, she directed a leisurely, impish grin at Aurora.