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

The planet went quiet in sections.

It took four days.

Not because Noah was slow. Because moving four hundred million people into a pocket dimension responsibly required the kind of patience that had nothing to do with speed and everything to do with not panicking anyone into doing something that got them killed before they made it through.

Keep in mind, the academy days were a long time ago. Back then moving 438,000 people in one go had nearly shut him down completely. Void energy at 50 out of 2200, his body running on fumes and stored entropy, Nyx and Storm watching him from the stadium dome with the specific energy of creatures who were prepared to carry an unconscious person if it came to that.

Now his pool sat at 312,000.

He did it in sections. Colony by colony, district by district, the Vel’ai forming chains the way their leaders had told them to, holding onto each other, parents gripping children, the elderly supported by whoever was beside them. The purple spread outward from Noah’s feet and the chains disappeared and the streets went quiet and he moved to the next location.

From above, if you had been watching from orbit, the planet’s surface dimmed gradually. Not dramatically. Just the specific kind of dimming that happened when the things that generated heat and light and movement stopped doing those things. Fires going out in cooking areas. Vehicle traffic stopping. The ambient electromagnetic signature of a populated world dropping section by section as the people producing it left.

By the end of day four the southern territories were the only section of the planet still registering significant life signs.

Those weren’t Vel’ai.

Noah stood at the edge of the last cleared colony and looked south and opened his comm.

”Containment confirmed,” he said. ”All civilian populations secured.”

From orbit, Aurelius’s voice came back immediately. Like he had been sitting with his hand on the comm waiting for exactly those two words.

”Understood,” Aurelius said. ”We’re coming down.”

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The Ares ships came through the atmosphere like something the planet had never seen before and would never forget.

Forty vessels in tight formation, their hulls running that deep red that shifted toward orange at altitude, the heat of atmospheric entry making them look like they were already on fire. They didn’t slow the way civilian craft slowed on approach. They came in fast and steep and the sonic booms they left behind traveled across the southern continent in a line of overlapping thunder that shook the ruins below.

Noah was already on the ground when they broke through the cloud layer.

He had come down ahead of them on Shade’s back, Diana beside him, the dragon masked and moving low over the terrain with the silent speed that made him genuinely frightening to anyone who understood what they were looking at. Which was nobody, because nobody could see him.

The southern coastal ruins spread out below them as they descended. What had once been a city, centuries ago, before the coastline shifted and the sea claimed the lower districts. Stone structures half submerged in dark water, the upper sections still standing, their geometry wrong from this angle in the way that old things were wrong when time had been doing things to them that weren’t natural weathering.

Something had been doing things to these ruins that wasn’t natural weathering.

Noah looked at it as they came down and thought about what Kelvin had said. Modified. Two years of modification. Whatever Kruel had turned this place into, it didn’t look like ruins anymore from the inside. It looked like something that had been rebuilt with a specific purpose and zero interest in aesthetics.

Diana was looking at the same thing with a different expression.

She wasn’t assessing it.

She was looking for something in it.

Then the Ares ships hit the shoreline and deployed.

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Aurelius came out first.

The ramp of his personal ship hadn’t finished extending before he was already moving down it, and his fourteen wives came with him, and the red armor they were all wearing caught the alien sunlight and threw it back in directions that made the air around them look like it was disagreeing with itself about temperature.

It was worth noting that the Ares family hadn’t fought a real engagement in years. They traveled. They traded. They built their fleet and their civilization in the space between star systems and they were very good at all of those things. But fifty years of deep space travel meant fifty years of encountering things that didn’t want to be encountered, and the weapons systems on Aurelius’s fleet and the combat capability of his people reflected that history in ways that weren’t immediately obvious until they were.

Aurelius hit the ground and something in the air changed.

Not metaphorically. Actually changed. The particular quality of charged air that certain awakened individuals produced when they stopped containing their output and let it run. His wasn’t electricity like Lucas’s. Wasn’t heat like Jayden’s. It was something older and harder to name, the energy of a man whose bloodline had been accumulating awakened capability across generations in an environment where the weak didn’t survive long enough to pass anything on.

His wives fanned out around him and the formation they took was not decorative.

Lucas came off a different ship already airborne, Valor in his hand, the blue-green energy of it pulling charge from the alien atmosphere before his boots touched anything. He went up instead of down, climbing fast, getting altitude, because Lucas with altitude was a different problem from Lucas on the ground and he knew it and used it.

Jayden hit the shoreline and both arms were already running, the cold staff in his left hand and the hot staff in his right and the chain between them moving, cycling, the Elemental Circulation already climbing through its sequence before he had identified a single target.

Angel came off her ship at a run with blood armor already forming across her shoulders and forearms, dark and dense, the soul form not active but ready, her eyes doing the thing they did when she had located something to hit and had decided to go hit it.

Lila landed and the air around her changed differently from Aurelius. Quieter. More internal. The telekinetic field extending outward from her position in a radius that nothing in it could move through without her knowing.

Seraleth spread the Faithful Feathers and went up.

Sophie landed last, the King’s Gaze in her hand, the eye open and scanning, the blue at the edges of her irises already present.

The fleet spread across the shoreline and the ruins and the shallow water between them and nobody had fired a shot yet because there was nothing to fire at yet.

Then the ground moved.

Not an earthquake. Not structural failure. This was the movement of something very large moving very fast underneath a surface that wasn’t built to conceal something very large moving very fast. A ripple, traveling from the direction of the deepest section of the ruins toward the shoreline, the stone above it cracking in a line that extended and extended and then the line reached the open ground at the ruin’s edge and something came out of it.

One horns first.

Twenty of them. Thirty. More appearing behind them as the crack widened, pouring out of whatever Kruel had built beneath the ruins like something that had been stored under pressure and had just found its release point.

Bipedal, grey rhino skin, fast in the only way that things were fast when their mass shouldn’t allow it but did anyway. Each one standing between seven and eight feet. One horn curving from the forehead, dense and dark. Eyes that registered everything around them with the cold intelligence of something that killed not from instinct but from decision.

They hit the shoreline running.

Noah was already moving.

He came off Shade’s back without telling Shade to slow down, just stepped off into open air at forty meters of altitude and dropped, and the drop lasted exactly as long as it needed to before he put his fist into the ground.

BOOOM!!!

The impact wasn’t loud. It was felt. A shockwave traveling outward from the point of contact in a ring that split the stone in a starburst pattern, the fractures extending three kilometers in every direction in under a second, the ground between the point of impact and the incoming one horns simply coming apart. Chunks of rock the size of vehicles jolted upward from the fractures, launched by the pressure differential, and three one horns died before they understood what had happened, impaled by their own terrain, the stone going through them with the indifference of physics doing what physics did when things got in the way.

Noah was already somewhere else.

He came up from the crouch at a speed that the remaining one horns couldn’t track cleanly, moving through them rather than around them, and the first one that got a hand on him got a hand on someone who was no longer in the place the hand was reaching for.

He was sideways, already kicking, and the kick caught a one horn across the jaw at an angle that took the horn with it, the dense structure that should have been immovable separating at the base from the force and the horn spinning away into the water thirty meters out.

The one horn that had lost its horn stood there for one second trying to understand what had just happened.

Noah was already past it.

[Void Barrage Activated]

He pointed two fingers at the cluster of one horns still coming through the crack in the ground, his hand shaped like something between a gun and a question, and the void projectiles that came from it weren’t large. Each one the size of a thumb. But void energy erasure didn’t need to be large. It needed to make contact and it needed to find something biological and it needed to be pointed in the right direction.

He fired twelve in two seconds.

Twelve one horns stopped being problems.

Behind him the main engagement was breaking open across the entire shoreline.

A two horn came out of the water.

Not from the crack. From the sea itself, having apparently been waiting in the shallows for exactly this moment, the dark water behind it running off its hide as it stood up and it was bigger than the one horns by a significant margin. Two horns on its forehead, the second one growing at an angle from the base of the first, both of them dense and ridged and clearly not decorative.

It grabbed the nearest Eclipse member by the arm before they even knew it was there.

KPAAAAAAA!

The sound of the arm leaving its socket was audible even over everything else happening. The member screamed and the two horn swung him and the impact of one person being used as a weapon against four other people dropped all four of them, the member’s body doing damage it had never been designed to do, and then the two horn threw what was left of him into a group of Ares soldiers and started moving toward the next target.

Aurelius intercepted it.

He hit it from the side and the impact surprised the two horn, not because it hurt it immediately but because the force of it was wrong for the size of the person producing it. Aurelius was tall but not eight feet tall, not the mass the two horn expected to feel coming at it, and the force that arrived was disproportionate in a way that made the two horn stumble sideways into the shallow water.

It recovered fast.

It swung its tail.

One of Aurelius’s wives went sideways. Not hit. She was fast enough to get most of herself out of the way but the tail caught her across the shoulder and the shoulder did something shoulders weren’t supposed to do and she hit the ground and rolled and came back up with one arm working and one arm not and kept fighting because she was Ares and Ares didn’t stop because an arm stopped working.

Aurelius grabbed the tail on the backswing.

He pulled.

The two horn went somewhere it hadn’t intended to go and Aurelius was already following it, closing the distance in the time it took the two horn to understand it was being pulled, and the strike he delivered to the back of its skull carried everything his bloodline had been building across generations in the space between star systems.

The two horn went into the water.

It didn’t come back up immediately.

”On your left,” one of his wives said, already moving.

He went left.

Lucas was above all of it.

He could see the full picture from up here. The crack in the ground still producing one horns. Two more two horns at the northern edge of the ruin cluster. The Ares soldiers and Eclipse members engaging across the shoreline in groups, the VPT they had been drilling for weeks showing up in the specific sound of impacts that concentrated rather than spread.

One horn hit an Eclipse member and the member went down. Another Eclipse member drove a VPT strike into the one horn’s shoulder joint and the one horn’s arm stopped working and a third member finished it. Thirty seconds. It had taken thirty seconds and cost them one person on the ground and the VPT was the reason it wasn’t three people on the ground.

Lucas looked at the two horns at the northern edge.

He went down.

The descent was the thing. Lucas falling with Valor running full charge wasn’t a person falling. The electrical field around him compressed the air ahead of him in a cone and the sound it produced was the sound of something being accelerated past the point where the air could get out of the way fast enough. The two horns registered it coming too late.

He hit the first one across the back with both feet and the discharge on contact wasn’t branching lightning, not the atmospheric scattered kind. Focused. A column of it driving straight down through the two horn’s spine and into the ground below and the two horn collapsed at the base of it like the bones had simply stopped having opinions.

The second two horn swung at him before he had finished landing.

He got Valor up.

The blade caught the swing across the forearm and the charge running through Valor discharged on contact and the two horn’s arm went wrong, the electrical disruption hitting the neuromuscular pathway at the point of contact, and the arm swung but not where the two horn had intended it to swing.

Lucas used the gap.

He drove Valor’s blade into the two horn’s throat and the charge running through the metal went into the wound and the two horn made a sound that wasn’t a scream, it was deeper than a scream, and then it stopped making sounds.

Lucas pulled the blade free and looked at the next problem.

There was always a next problem.

Jayden had been spinning the Descending Dragon since he hit the ground and the chain between the two staffs was deep into its cycle.

Third hit superheated. Sixth hit plasma ignition. He was at nine consecutive strikes and the chain was running at a temperature that made the air around him distort, the heat coming off it visible in waves, and the frost that ran through the cold staff simultaneously was doing something to the combination that shouldn’t have been possible, the temperature extremes existing in the same weapon at the same moment creating a thermal differential that the Polarity Break ability was designed to exploit.

He hit a one horn with the cold staff.

The one horn’s hide absorbed the cold, the dense grey rhino skin doing what it was built to do, distributing the force across its surface.

He hit it with the hot staff immediately after.

Polarity Break. Instant swap from maximum cold to maximum heat at the contact point. The material of the one horn’s hide, adjusted to one extreme, received the opposite extreme in the same location within a fraction of a second. The rapid expansion and contraction of the tissue at that specific point produced a crack that ran through the hide from the impact point outward.

The one horn looked at its own chest.

Jayden wrapped the chain around its throat and pulled and the chain at this temperature did things to organic material that chains at normal temperature didn’t do and the one horn was done.

He was already spinning again.

The battle was on. Left, right and center, people fell. Harbingers died and numbered thinned from both sides. But the task force, eclipse and Ares soldier combination was doing too much work at the time and the numbers were uneven. Harbingers were surprisingly dying faster than humans. For the first time, humanity had the upper hand against her natural superiors.

Then...Diana saw him before anyone else did.

She was on Shade’s back, still airborne, circling the outer edge of the engagement, looking south at the deep ruins, at the section Kelvin had marked on the thermal map, at the part of this place that was warm when everything else was cold.

Something moved in the deepest section.

Not fast. Not the frantic movement of one horns pouring through a crack. Slow. Deliberate. The movement of something that had decided to move and was moving at the speed it chose rather than the speed the situation demanded.

It came to the edge of the deep ruins and stood at the water’s boundary and looked at the engagement happening across the shoreline.

Four horns.

She counted them before she registered anything else. Four horns. Dense and dark and ridged and undeniable.

Two years.

The pins in her skull. Kelvin outside the door. Moving her hand every morning just to check. Seventeen fractures. Waking up and not knowing if the hand was going to respond.

She didn’t tell Shade.

She didn’t need to. He felt the shift in her weight, the forward lean, the grip changing on the saddle from riding grip to something that had intent in it, and he read it the way he read everything she did now, completely and without lag.

He dove.

The chain between them and Kruel closed in seconds, Shade’s masked form cutting through the air faster than anything his size should have moved, and Diana pulled the Shoal Shield from her back and locked her arm into it and the orbital fragments broke formation into attack configuration automatically.

”YOU.” Her voice came out at a volume she hadn’t planned. ”YOU ALMOST TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME.”

Kruel looked up.

He tilted his head.

He looked at her the way you looked at something you genuinely had no frame of reference for.

”I don’t even know you,” he said.

His voice carried across the water and the ruins and the noise of the engagement behind her without effort.

Diana hit the ground running off Shade’s back, the shield already up, the fragments already moving.

”YOU’LL FIND OUT,” she screamed.

She went at him.