My Talent's Name Is Generator

**** [North’s PoV]

I let out a long breath and desummoned my blades. The wind around me settled, and the quiet that followed felt heavy. The clearing was scattered with the bodies of Abominations. Dozens of them. Burned, sliced, broken.

My arms ached a little, and there were a few cuts on my side, but I felt good. Strong. Focused.

A loud screech broke the silence, and I looked up just in time to see Silver diving down from the sky. He landed beside me with a gust of wind that kicked up dust and scattered some nearby leaves.

I smiled and waved.

"This went pretty well, didn’t it?"

He didn’t reply, of course, just tilted his head slightly.

I jumped up onto his back and sat down, catching my breath as I rested against his warm body. Sometimes, I wondered if he really understood what I was saying. Maybe he did. Or maybe one day, when he grew stronger, or when Billion’s bond with him deepened, he might learn to talk in some way.

The whole idea still felt strange to me. Using the corrupted soul of something and turning it into a summon... That wasn’t normal. Not even close. And yet, Silver felt more alive than some of the normal beast around.

I glanced up. The sky was dark now, stars hidden behind a layer of drifting clouds.

It was almost midnight. I’d been fighting and moving for more than fifteen hours straight.