SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

Fwooooosh!!

Fast.

Too fast.

The moment the commander’s beast leapt to flank the first demon, the second intercepted it.

A blur of gray. Then blood.

Splaat!!

Grooooo!!

The beast shrieked as those glasslike talons carved across its shoulder, digging into the rune-stamped armor underneath.

The commander screamed—but the first demon charged him before he could react.

He parried—barely.

They were being separated.

Arielle gasped. “No…”

The commander’s defenses began to slow.

The pristine control he’d held minutes ago was faltering.

One magic circle missed its target.

A pulse spell went wide.

The first demon slipped past his guard and tore open his side with its claws which were coated with thick demonic essence.

“Ugh!” He grunted, staggered—but didn’t fall.

Groooo!!

The commander’s beast roared again, trying to break free from its engagement with the second demon but it was proving impossible as the second demon sank its teeth into the commander’s beast’s neck.

Blood sprayed again.

“No—!” Arielle shouted for the second time. It felt like she was feeling the pain in the place of the commander’s beast.

She stood despite her pain, Aquila at her side in human form, hands up in a protective stance.

“You can’t just stand there!” Arielle snapped. “We have to do something!”

Aquila glanced at her, and for the first time, there was doubt in her eyes.

Then she exhaled.

“No,” she said gently. “We wait.”

“Wait?” Arielle’s voice cracked. “He’s going to die!”

Aquila stepped closer, her hand closing gently over Arielle’s wrist.

“He won’t.”

“How can you—”

“Because if I go in alone, I’ll die and I also do not think it is worth my life. Besides, Damien is coming.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—a shift.

Every being on the field—demon, beast, human—felt it.

A pressure like falling fire.

It wasn’t mana.

It wasn’t essence.

It was presence.

From above.

From the sky.

The clouds tore open.

Shadow poured down like oil covering water.

And then—Skylar descended.

His wings beat once—twice—then folded inward as he dived with meteoric force.

Fwooooosh…

The second demon stopped moving.

So did the first.

Even the commander, bloodied and gasping, lifted his head.

And Damien landed.

Booooooom!!

The force of impact cracked the centerline—dust and heat bursting outward in a shockwave.

Damien stepped forward from the crater, staff across his back, his cloak scorched black and trimmed with ash. His hair blew in the aftermath.

Yet, he didn’t speak.

Didn’t posture.

He walked slowly toward the two demons.

Both turned.

Watched him.

Measured him.

Then, for the first time since its arrival—the second demon took a step back.

Just one.

But the whole battlefield felt it.

The commander blinked. “You… who are you?”

Damien didn’t look at him.

He was already glaring straight into the abyssal black of the second demon’s eyes.

A whisper—low and cold—left his lips.

“Touch her again.”

He tilted his head.

“And I’ll burn you down to the marrow.” Damien simply didn’t care if the demon understood what he was saying or if it didn’t. He was fairly sure that his stance and pressure alone was enough to convey the meaning of his words to the demon.

Sure enough, the second Grade Three demon stood motionless, like a statue carved from twilight and nightmares.

Its glass-like claws flexed slightly with each passing second, and though its face held no features but black eyes and thin ridges of bone, the pressure that rippled from its stillness was unmistakable.

It was studying him.

Damien didn’t blink. He was also studying it.

Damien had faced his fair share of demons. He’d probably killed more demons that anyone around this place and among them was a good amount of Grade Three demons.

Some of which he’d killed himself and so of which he’d killed with the help of his summoned beasts. Because of his experience with killing them, he knew their power level and so, it came across as odd when he identified the demon before him as a Grade Three demon.

It was indeed powerful. It’s aura, demonic essence and even the pressure it emitted surpassed that of any Grade Three demon her faced but still, it lacked enough to not be considered a Grade Two demon.

The one he faced at the brink of Westmont’s destruction was stronger than the demon standing in front of him.

“Well, I better deal with you before things get out of hand back there.” He stepped forward, the earth beneath his feet cracking with each stride.

Blood had stained the edge of his cloak, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes glowed with a steady, unnatural light—essence compressing tightly around his frame like a second skin.

He stopped only when they were five meters apart.

No crowd.

No sound.

Even the demons across the field stood still. As if they too understood: this wasn’t a skirmish.

It was some sort of reckoning.

At the northern line of the ridge, Arielle could barely keep herself upright. She clutched her side, one hand gripping a healing vial that refused to close her deeper wounds.

Aquila, beside her in her human form, stood with a calmness Arielle didn’t feel. “I told you he would be here.”

arielle6didnt even hear Aquila’s words. She simply couldn’t stop staring at Damien.

He had arrived.

And not just as a fighter. He came with purpose. Like a blade summoned from a sheath that had waited too long to be drawn.

“He’s going to fight it,” Arielle murmured.

“He has to,” Aquila said, voice quiet, unreadable. “He’s the only one who can deal with it.”

The first demon—the brutish, obsidian-armed creature that had ravaged through several elite soldiers—moved again, lunging toward the east battalion commander. Damien had picked his opponent and since the first demon wasn’t Damien’s target, it simply resumed its battle.

The commander, bloodied and burned, rolled to the side and countered with a precise, point-blank blast of wind magic.

Boooom!!

It knocked the demon back—but didn’t stop it.

He’d held his ground for twenty minutes now. His beast was maimed, bleeding from one antler, and their rhythm was breaking down.

He could only hope for Damien to win his duel.

Or none of them would.

Back to the center—the second demon struck first.

No roar.

No wind-up.

Just disappearance.

It became a streak of shadow and reappeared directly behind Damien, claws already mid-swipe.

But Damien didn’t flinch.

“Light Steps.”

He vanished in turn, reappearing above the demon, bringing his staff down in a brutal vertical arc.

The demon twisted—unnaturally fast—and blocked with both forearms.

Boooom!!

The shockwave shattered the earth beneath them.

But Damien didn’t stop there.

He rotated, landed a spinning heel-kick against the side of its skull, and as the creature staggered sideways, he pressed in.

“Pulse Latch.”

A magic circle flared beneath his foot—chains of compressed air locked the demon’s right leg in place.

It turned.

Damien struck its jaw with a left hook loaded with kinetic energy.

Crack!

The demon flew backward—ripping the chain as it went—but the damage was done. Its posture broke.

[Kill Count: 3,187 / 5,000]

The commander, on his own front, struggled to lift his staff again.

His beast had gone down—breathing, but unconscious.

The first demon now towered over him.

Blade-arms gleamed in the dying light, twitching with anticipation.

The commander’s hand trembled.

His mouth bled.

His staff slipped from his grip…

Clang.

And still, he stood tall.

If this was the end, he would meet it upright.

But the demon didn’t strike yet.

It turned its head slightly.

Its senses picked up something… more dangerous.

On the southern front—

Damien cracked his neck.

His breathing had deepened.

Sweat mixed with the blood across his brow.

The demon he faced stood again. Half of its chest plate was cracked. One leg dragged slightly.

It hissed.

Then it screamed—a high-pitched, bone-thin shriek—and lashed out in a blur of movement.

Five slashes in less than a second.

Damien parried the first.

Dodged the second.

Took the third across his forearm.

But he grinned through the blood.

“You’re slowing.”

From the ridge, Arielle watched in a trance.

“He’s reading it.”

Aquila didn’t reply. She was watching too—but her fingers twitched. She was ready to move the moment the tide turned.

But it hadn’t.

Not yet.

Damien took a deep breath and slid into stance.

Low center. Legs tight. Staff angled like a scythe.

He whispered a command to the System.

“Chain Breaker.”

And the skill immediately activated.

His muscles surged.

Essence spiraled around him like smoke being pulled into a core.

The ground beneath his boots split.

He launched forward, closing the distance in less than a blink.

The demon raised both claws but Damien feinted.

He twisted mid-dash, ducked under its arms, and drove a fist into the creature’s ribcage—straight through flesh and into mana-core proximity.

Bwooooooooom!!!

The impact sounded like a drum being struck by a god.

Kreeeeeeii!!

The demon screamed.

Damien grabbed its jaw, slammed it downward into the dirt, and jumped into the air.

He was above it now.

The wind whipped around him.

Skylar circled overhead, roaring once in anticipation.

Damien raised both arms—his staff caught in a reverse grip.

Essence burned from his body.

“Pulse Dive.”

The sky cracked.

And he descended.

The demon, disoriented, looked up.

Its vision blurred.

Time slowed.

It could see Damien falling toward it like a comet of focused violence, red eyes burning like twin suns.

And then—the moment arrived.

Just as Damien twisted mid-air, staff primed for the killing blow, the second one moved.

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