Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

Arthur stood in the center of his ruined chamber, head turning slowly as his eyes swept across the empty space. The silence stretched on, broken only by the occasional crackle of residual lightning dancing across the scorched floor.

“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice echoing off the damaged walls. “I’ve never seen someone simply… vanish like that. Not teleportation. Something else entirely.”

His fingers flexed, shadows coiling around them like smoke. The chamber felt different now, lighter somehow, as if a significant presence had been removed from the equation entirely.

“A pocket dimension perhaps? Or some form of temporal displacement?” Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he considered the possibilities. “Clever. I’ll admit, that’s not a technique I’ve encountered before.”

He began to pace, his footsteps leaving small scorch marks where residual electrical energy met stone. Minutes passed, then more minutes. Most opponents would have returned by now, either through desperation or overconfidence. But Noah Eclipse had simply… disappeared.

“Wherever you’ve gone,” Arthur said to the empty air, “I hope you’re making good use of the time. Because when you return, this ends.”

Arthur raised his hands, and the chamber began to change.

Shadows poured from every crevice, every crack in the walls, flowing like liquid darkness across the floor and up toward the ceiling. But these weren’t normal shadows. They moved with purpose, weaving together into complex patterns that defied natural physics. The darkness reached the ceiling and began to spread, forming a dome that sealed the chamber from the outside world. The oppressive weight of contained space pressed down, making the air itself feel heavier, thicker.

Arthur smiled as the last gap sealed shut. “A shadow dome. My own little arena where the rules are… negotiable.”

Purple energy suddenly rippled in the center of the chamber.

Arthur turned, his expression shifting from casual confidence to focused attention. The ripple expanded, reality bending around a single point until space itself seemed to tear.

Noah stepped through, Excaliburn already in his hand, void energy crackling around the blade’s edge.

“Miss me?” Noah asked, taking in the transformed chamber with a quick glance.

“Actually, yes,” Arthur replied. “I was beginning to think you’d decided to abandon your friend to his fate.”

Noah examined their new surroundings. The entire chamber had become a prison of shadows, writhing darkness coating every surface like living paint. “I leave for a second and you redecorate the whole place?”

The dome above them pulsed with dark energy. Noah could feel something fundamentally wrong about the space itself. It felt locked, contained, like being trapped inside a bottle. He decided to test this theory.

[Void Blink – Activated]

Purple energy swirled around Noah as he attempted to teleport across the chamber. For a split second, he felt the familiar tingle of space beginning to bend around him. Then the energy snapped back like a rubber band stretched too far, depositing him exactly where he’d started. The dome had rejected his ability completely.

Arthur’s smile widened as he watched Noah’s failed escape attempt. “Ah, you’ve noticed. The dome doesn’t just keep things out, Noah. It keeps things in. No teleportation, no spatial manipulation, no convenient escapes. Just you, me, and whatever skills we can bring to bear.”

Noah studied the writhing shadows on the walls. They moved independently, like thousands of black snakes coiling over each other, responding to Arthur’s heartbeat. “Your own version of a domain.”

“You mean like your pocket world? The one where you took one of my soldiers?” Arthur’s tone remained conversational, but there was steel underneath. “Yes, something like that. Though I prefer to think of it as a more intimate setting for our conversation.”

Arthur’s posture shifted, and Noah noticed something that made his blood run cold. Shadows were gathering in Arthur’s right hand, not dispersing or flowing away, but condensing into something solid. The darkness pulled inward, compressing like liquid being forced into a mold.

The shadows twisted and hardened, pulling themselves into a long, straight line. Seven feet of pure darkness given form, edges that seemed to drink in light itself. The weapon hummed with contained energy, and Noah could see his own reflection distorted in its impossible surface.

“This is Excalibur,” Arthur said, lifting the shadow blade with casual ease. “I named it myself, long before some cosmic force decided to grant you that pretty little sword of yours. Ironic, isn’t it?”

Noah stared at the weapon in Arthur’s hand. The blade wasn’t polished steel or gleaming metal. It was absence made solid, a line of nothingness that cut against reality itself. No shine, no reflection, just pure darkness shaped into a killing edge. Where Excaliburn crackled and screamed with void energy, Arthur’s sword was eerily silent, as if it had already swallowed every sound it might make.

“You made a sword out of shadows.”

“I made a sword out of necessity,” Arthur corrected. “When you’ve lived as long as I have, you learn to create tools for every occasion.”

[Health Points: 3,000/3,520]

[Void Energy: 19,000/24,000]

Arthur rolled his shoulders, settling into a combat stance that spoke of absolute mastery. His free hand began to spark with electricity, tiny arcs dancing between his fingers. The shadow blade swept through a practice arc, leaving a trail of darkness that lingered in the air like smoke from a snuffed candle.

“Shall we dance?”

Lightning began building around Arthur’s legs, crackling energy that wrapped around his limbs like living armor. The electrical current didn’t discharge randomly—it flowed in controlled patterns, supercharging his muscles and reflexes. Sparks erupted from his feet as he gathered power, the stone floor cracking under the electrical pressure.

Then he moved.

The Thunder Step launched Arthur forward like a human cannonball. Each footfall created small explosions of lightning that propelled him across the chamber with frightening speed. The distance between them vanished in the span of a heartbeat, Arthur’s shadow blade already sweeping toward Noah’s neck in a killing arc.

Noah brought Excaliburn up just in time. Void energy met compressed shadows in a collision that sent purple and black sparks cascading through the air. The impact created a shockwave that rattled Noah’s teeth and sent hairline cracks racing through the stone beneath their feet.

But Arthur was already spinning, using the momentum of the blocked strike to bring his blade around in a tight circle. The shadow sword carved through the air inches from Noah’s face, forcing him to jerk backward or lose his nose.

Arthur’s left hand came up while Noah was still off-balance. Lightning began gathering between his fingers, but this wasn’t the wild electrical discharge Noah had seen before. The energy compressed, condensing into a solid shape. White-hot plasma formed the core while crackling electricity wrapped around it like a cage.

The Lightning Javelin took shape in Arthur’s palm—a spear of pure energy that hummed with barely contained power. The weapon was as long as Arthur’s forearm, its point sharp enough to pierce steel, its surface dancing with electrical fire.

Arthur’s arm snapped forward in a throwing motion refined by endless practice.

The javelin screamed through the air like a bolt from heaven, leaving a trail of superheated air that shimmered and warped. Noah threw himself sideways, feeling the weapon’s heat sear across his cheek as it passed. The Lightning Javelin struck the chamber wall behind him and exploded like a small bomb, sending spider web cracks racing through the ancient stone. The smell of ozone and superheated rock filled the air.

“That would have punched right through my skull,” Noah muttered, rolling back to his feet.

“Clean exit wound too,” Arthur replied pleasantly, already forming another crackling spear between his fingers. “I do appreciate thoroughness.”

Noah’s Void Striders responded to his surge of adrenaline. The mythic boots channeled power through his legs, launching him forward at Mach 2. The sudden acceleration created a sonic boom that shook dust from the ceiling and rattled loose stones from the walls.

Instead of retreating from Noah’s charge, Arthur planted his feet and smiled.

The Phantom Step scattered multiple copies of Noah throughout the chamber. Each afterimage was solid enough to cast shadows and disturb the air as it moved. They converged on Arthur’s position from every angle, a coordinated assault that would overwhelm most defenders.

Arthur’s response was to extend his shadow blade and spin.

This move was the Executioner’s Shade and it transformed Excalibur from a seven-foot sword into a massive ring of cutting darkness. The technique expanded the blade’s reach to fifteen feet in every direction, creating a whirlwind of shadow that swept through the chamber like a scythe through wheat.

Every afterimage was caught in the sweep. Purple static erupted as the false Noahs were dispelled, but Arthur’s eyes were already tracking movement at ground level. The real Noah had stayed low during his charge, using the afterimages as a distraction while he closed the distance.

[Void Blink – Failed]

Noah attempted to teleport the final few feet, but the dome’s spatial lock slammed his ability back into his face like a door. He stumbled, momentum carrying him forward but his timing completely disrupted.

Arthur’s shadow blade came around in a horizontal slash that would have cut Noah in half at the waist. Noah dropped to one knee, letting Excalibur whistle over his head, and drove his fist upward in a brutal uppercut aimed at Arthur’s chin.

[Enhanced Null Strike – Activated]

Void energy flowed through Noah’s knuckles, hungry and eager to unmake whatever it touched. The energy would bypass Arthur’s defenses and strike at the fundamental bonds holding his atoms together.

Arthur caught the punch on Excalibur’s flat blade.

Void energy met compressed shadows in a contest that made the air between them shimmer with heat. Purple light played against absolute darkness while both fighters strained against each other, muscles trembling with effort. Neither force gave ground for several heartbeats.

Then something impossible happened.

Arthur’s blade began drinking Noah’s void energy.

The shadows absorbed the purple light like a sponge soaking up water. Noah watched in disbelief as his own power flowed into Arthur’s weapon, making the shadow sword larger, darker, more solid with each passing second.

“What the hell?”

“Quick lesson,” Arthur said conversationally, even as they remained locked in their deadly embrace. “Shadows and void both exist in the spaces between things. Both erase what they touch. Your sword unmakes matter by dissolving its structure. Mine devours it completely.”

Arthur’s free hand began to glow. Not with normal flames, but with something far more dangerous. Plasma gathered in his palm, condensing and collapsing until it reached temperatures that made the air itself begin to burn. The Solar Flare technique built power like a miniature star being born.

Then Arthur released it.

The burst of white-hot flame seared Noah’s retinas even through closed eyelids. Superheated air washed over him like a wave. The heat was intense enough to make the stones beneath their feet begin to glow cherry red.

[-75 HP]

[Health Points: 2,925/3,520]

Noah jerked backward, temporarily blinded and struggling to breathe air that felt like molten metal. Arthur pressed his advantage immediately.

Flames gathered in Arthur’s other hand, but instead of releasing them in another blinding burst, he shaped them into a cutting tool, a lance.

The Plasma Lance formed as a concentrated beam of starfire, plasma compressed into a weapon that could slice through steel like paper

Arthur swept the lance across the space where Noah had been standing. The beam carved a molten groove in the stone floor, leaving a trail of liquefied rock that glowed like lava.

The plasma weapon dissipated as Arthur released his focus, flames scattering into harmless sparks.

Shadows immediately rushed back to Arthur’s hand, reforming into the familiar shape of Excalibur. The process took barely a second, darkness flowing like liquid mercury into a solid blade.

Noah’s vision cleared just in time to see Arthur’s shadow blade coming at his throat in a thrust that would end everything. The dark point approached his neck with mathematical precision, aimed at the gap between his Knight’s Grace helmet and chest plate.

[Dimensional Shift – Activated]

Reality flickered around Noah like a damaged hologram. His body became translucent, existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Arthur’s blade passed through his ghostly form without making contact, the shadow sword encountering nothing but empty air.

Noah solidified behind Arthur and immediately counterattacked.

[Storm Call – Activated]

Purple-white void lightning crashed down from the dome’s ceiling like the wrath of gods. Unlike normal electricity, these bolts carried the same reality-warping energy that flowed through Noah’s sword. They struck with the force of artillery shells, each impact creating craters in the stone floor and filling the air with the smell of ozone.

Arthur didn’t try to dodge the lightning. Instead, he surrounded himself with his own electrical storm.

The Cage of Storms created pillars of crackling lightning around Arthur’s position, forming a protective barrier that rose from floor to ceiling. His golden electricity met Noah’s purple void lightning in the air above them, creating a spectacular light show that painted the chamber walls within the dome in shifting patterns.

While maintaining his electrical defense with one hand, Arthur’s sword work never stopped. Excalibur carved through the air in complex patterns, each swing leaving trails of darkness that lingered like afterimages. The trails created blind spots and false openings, masking Arthur’s true attacks behind walls of moving shadow.

Blood began seeping from Arthur’s free hand—not from injury, but by design. The red liquid flowed upward instead of down, defying gravity as it shaped itself into something new. The blood hardened as it moved, transforming from liquid to flexible solid in seconds.

A red whip lashed out faster than a striking snake. This technique was a blood technique called Hemovine.

The Hemovine wrapped around Noah’s ankle before he could react, the grip tight enough to crush bone if Arthur chose to apply more pressure.

Arthur yanked hard, sending Noah stumbling forward into Excalibur’s reach.

[Knight’s grace enhanced Recovery – Active]

[+50 Void Energy]

Instead of fighting the momentum, Noah went with it. His hand blazed with decay energy as he grabbed the blood whip directly, fingers closing around the hardened red cord.

[Entropy Touch – Activated]

The Hemovine aged centuries in seconds under Noah’s touch. What had been flexible as leather became brittle as old parchment. The hardened blood cracked and crumbled, falling apart into rust-colored dust that scattered across the stone floor.

But Arthur had expected this response. The moment his blood construct began to fail, he released it and stepped into a sword thrust aimed directly at Noah’s heart. Excalibur moved like a striking viper, its point seeking the gap between Noah’s ribs with deadly accuracy.

Noah twisted desperately, feeling the shadow blade’s edge part his armor’s outer layer. The point slid past his ribs with millimeters to spare, close enough that he could feel its impossible coldness against his skin.

More blood welled from the shallow cuts on Arthur’s hands where he’d shaped his constructs. Instead of falling, the red droplets rose into the air like reverse rain, joining together into a sphere that orbited Arthur’s head like a miniature planet. The blood moved in complex patterns, gathering mass and density with each revolution.

“This technique is an improvement on what the Durn’s call Blood Bloom,” Arthur said simply.

The sphere detonated like a fragmentation grenade. Dozens of smaller blood projectiles shot out in every direction, each one trailing red light as it moved. They weren’t moving in straight lines—the blood bullets adjusted their trajectories mid-flight, homing in on Noah’s position like guided missiles.

[Phase Step – Activated]

Noah moved at his maximum speed, weaving between the blood projectiles in a display of acrobatics that should have been impossible. His enhanced reflexes let him twist through gaps barely wider than his body, but there were simply too many projectiles coming from too many angles.

Three of them found their mark, detonating against his armor in small explosions that felt like being hit by grenades. The impacts rattled his bones and left his ears ringing.

[-40 HP]

[Health Points: 2,885/3,520]

Arthur wasn’t done. His Nervebreaker technique shot out like an invisible needle, electrical current that bypassed armor and skin to target Noah’s nervous system directly. The lightning threaded between his armor plates with surgical precision, finding the bioelectrical pathways that controlled his left arm.

The foreign electricity overrode Noah’s natural nerve impulses instantly. His arm seized up, muscles locking in place as Arthur’s power took control of his motor functions. It felt like someone had injected liquid fire directly into his shoulder joint.

[-25 HP]

[Health Points: 2,860/3,520]

Arthur followed up immediately with a horizontal slash aimed at Noah’s waist. With one arm paralyzed, Noah’s defensive options were severely limited. The shadow blade swept toward him with lethal intent, moving too fast to dodge completely.

That’s when Noah swung.

Excaliburn blazed with concentrated void energy as Noah channeled everything he could into a single desperate slash. The technique didn’t just cut through Arthur’s attack—it carved a temporary hole in space itself.

The spatial rift opened directly in the path of Arthur’s swing. Excalibur met the tear in reality and stopped cold, the shadow blade caught between dimensions like a sword trapped in solid amber. Purple energy crackled around the rift’s edges as space tried to heal itself.

Noah drove his good hand forward in a strike powered by desperation and fury.

[Null Strike – Activated]

The void energy in his fist was eager to unmake whatever it touched, reality-warping power concentrated into a weapon of pure destruction. The attack would cave in Arthur’s chest and dissolve his ribcage simultaneously.

Arthur released his trapped blade without hesitation, letting Excalibur disappear into Noah’s spatial rift as he stepped backward. His hands immediately began gathering shadows from every surface in the chamber, but instead of reforming his weapon, the darkness flowed around his body like liquid mercury.

Obsidian Chains wrapped around Arthur’s limbs, not constraining but reinforcing. The shadow constructs moved like living serpents, adjusting their positions to provide maximum protection while allowing full mobility. Blood from his various small wounds flowed upward, hardening into plates and scales that formed a red Carapace across his torso. The armor pulsed with its own heartbeat, a second skin made of living gore.

Most unsettling of all, Arthur’s shadow began to separate from his body.

This was the Executioner’s shade.

The Executioner’s Shade rose behind Arthur like a dark god being born. The construct grew larger and more distinct with each passing second, reaching fifteen feet in height before solidifying into a perfect replica of Arthur himself. Every detail was preserved but magnified—fingers like steel beams, arms thick as tree trunks, a face carved from living darkness.

The shadow moved when Arthur moved, breathed when he breathed, and radiated the same deadly intelligence.

“You destroyed my sword,” Arthur said, genuine admiration coloring his voice. “Do you know how long it took me to forge that blade?”

“Make another one,” Noah replied, bringing Excaliburn into a defensive position with his good arm.

“I will. But first, let me teach you a lesson”

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