My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 904 The Gathering 1

***** [Azalea Nag's PoV]

Today, the atmosphere in Kaalseris capital carried a distinct difference.

Perched on the balcony far above the city, I felt the wind rush by, bearing subtle noises of activity from the streets below. From such a lofty vantage, the streets, towers, and ceaseless streams of people handling their tasks came into sharp view.

Life always buzzed in our capital.

It needed to.

As the heart of the Blue Spiral—the galaxy's mightiest power—everyone here grasped its significance. Pride filled their strides, discipline shaped their moves, and unwavering purpose drove all their efforts.

Yet today, that vibrant energy had transformed. It had altered. Tension now lingered.

A subtle disquiet hovered just beneath.

Over recent hours, one mighty faction after another had poured into the capital. Vast armadas, envoys from various species, elite leaders—each new arrival thickened the air further.

It seemed as if something monumental brewed. As though the whole galaxy converged… and held its breath.

Another wave rippled across the planet-encompassing shield.

I lifted my gaze.

A colossal starship plunged from the skies, piercing the shield to plunge into the atmosphere. Its sheer scale demanded notice, but the insignia etched on its hull made my eyes sharpen.

"The Ferans…" I whispered.

Invitations had gone out to every great power, summoning them for the impending event. Doubts lingered on the Ferans' response, considering their tangled ties with Billion.

Yet they couldn't disregard it after all.

The craft pressed on downward, heading straight for the capital until Naga sentries sprang into action. Patrol vessels shifted to flank it precisely, steering it from the core city toward the assigned port.

Down below, crowds froze mid-step. All eyes tracked the escorted ship's path.

The strain intensified.

"Lady Azalea."

At my name's call, I pivoted. Giha waited there, her stance impeccably rigid as ever. She'd served as my aide since my return.

"Yes, Giha."

Her head dipped in a slight bow.

"Lord Xeron has requested your presence. He said everyone has arrived. It is time to begin the meeting."

I gave a nod.

"I understand. Let's go."

Leaving the balcony, I advanced with her trailing right behind through the corridors. A lengthy hallway stretched ahead, its walls adorned with depictions of Naga legacy. Battle-hardened generals, triumphant fighters, moments embodying power and heritage.

Suddenly, my pace eased.

My gaze fixed on a specific artwork.

The Matriarch.

I halted before it.

Unlike the rest, no warfare filled this canvas. Instead, it captured her at a feast, clutching two goblets, roaring with laughter amid some audacious tale.

A faint smile tugged at my lips.

To others, she embodied the Matriarch. To me, my aunt.

The figure I'd trailed for years. The one I strove to emulate. The one whose trail I diverged from after errors that exacted a steeper toll than foreseen.

"Do you miss her, Lady Azalea?" Giha inquired softly.

"Yes," I answered. "If she were here… she would have handled all of this."

Giha paused briefly before responding.

"Yes, she would," she agreed. "But she would also have offered your hand in marriage to Lord Billion."

I blinked.

Then sighed, massaging my brow.

"Now that you say that… maybe it's better she isn't here."

Giha hid a gentle laugh behind her hand.

"But it's not such a bad idea," she noted.

"It is," I countered, shaking my head while continuing onward. "He's still a kid. And he already has someone he likes."

"Kid?" Giha drew nearer, amusement tinting her voice. "He's a Saint, Lady Azalea. Age doesn't matter at that level. And besides… is the woman he likes prettier than you?"

A light chuckle escaped me.

"Forget it," I dismissed. "Let's focus on the meeting."

We arrived before the grand hall's towering doors.

The weight of the looming event pressed down anew. Drawing breath, I advanced and shoved the entrance wide.

Entering shifted the very air.

Tension struck at once. It clung to the flesh, saturated the chamber's every nook, and draped over all assembled. One misplaced phrase might fracture the fragile equilibrium binding this assembly.

The chamber sprawled enormously, built for such assemblies. Xeron and Xena stood at its distant end, poised silently with serene faces.

Long rows of seats lined both flanks of the hall.

Every chair held an occupant.

Three additional figures stood just behind each seated representative, placed a step back in line with the long-standing protocol.

All those present in the chamber were Upper Transcendents.

No feeble person had gained entry to this assembly. I advanced steadily, eyes locked straight ahead. The murmurs had hushed the instant I stepped in. Silence now enveloped everything as every pair of eyes tracked my progress.

A throne rose at the hall's far end, elevated on a platform.

The Matriarch's seat.

I glanced at it momentarily. Then, pivoting toward the assembly, I scanned the room with my eyes, recognizing each representative there, prior to speaking.

"Thank you all for coming," I said. "I understand that this was a short notice. But the matter at hand does not allow delay."

"Without wasting time," I continued, "I will state the agenda directly."

I paused for just a split second.

"We will be launching a full-scale assault."

No response came immediately.

I pressed on.

"On all Grade 4 rifts," I said, "and all traitor organizations associated with them."

Faces altered and eyes grew wide at last.

Yet I kept going.

"We will also deploy forces to all affected planets, eliminate abomination nests, and ensure that every trace of Eternal infestation within our galaxy is removed."

The hush shattered at last. Tension rippled through the hall visibly. Even the steadiest among them displayed unmistakable shock.

An Elemental representative edged forward a touch, his features hardening.

"With all due respect, Lady Azalea," he said, his voice steady yet resolute, "that is a suicide mission."

His stare stayed fixed on me.

"You currently have two Grade 3 rifts to deal with," he continued. "If what you are suggesting is to be executed, then it means you expect the rest of our forces to carry out the assault on the Grade 4 rifts."

A short silence followed.

"That is not feasible. We will not accept this arrangement."

A smile crossed my lips.

Silent, I lifted my hand. A hologram materialized at the hall's center.

The display steadied.

Soon, it started rolling. The recording captured a Grade 4 rift.

Events raced by in the view. The spikes. The devastation. The unstoppable power that ripped across the field and demolished all in its way.

Words weren't required.

The next rift appeared.

Sealed and obliterated by Billion and Lyrate. The projection faded out.