Awakening with two legendary Summons
Chapter 115: Just who is This summoner

Chapter 115: Just who is This summoner

Another of the Thorne agents dropped face-first to the ground, knocked out cold by Fex’s relentless assault. The battle, which had begun only a few minutes ago, had already turned utterly one-sided.

Fex moved with unnerving precision, striking each opponent with deadly efficiency. His timing was impeccable—dodging at just the right moments, summoning his beast with perfect coordination, and integrating his powers in a way that left his enemies helpless. He was like a ghost in the battlefield—untouchable, calculated, and terrifying.

Despite the various powers his enemies possessed—illusions, physical enhancements, dangerous counter abilities—it was as though Fex had studied them beforehand, as though he knew exactly what they were going to do and how to break through it.

He was a force they had severely underestimated.

By now, all the Thorne agents were sprawled across the floor, either groaning or unconscious. Only their leader remained, the last one standing. Fex had emerged from the confrontation with nothing more than a shallow cut across his chest. It wasn’t fatal. In fact, it was the only damage he allowed himself to receive.

He had done his best to ensure no fatal wounds were inflicted. Knocking them out was enough. This wasn’t a war. He wasn’t trying to start a blood feud with the Thorne family. He had come for one reason only—to save his student.

"You can try any skill you have," he said, eyes locked on the leader. "This is already a decided match, you know that. It’s the same story if you had encountered Lloyd."

The leader grunted, teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with disbelief and frustration. He couldn’t understand how things had fallen apart so fast. Even the men he’d ordered to escape with Kairos had failed—caught mid-flight and subdued by the bizarre creature Fex had summoned.

’So this is the power of a Grandmaster-ranked Summoner...’ he thought, bitterly.

He leapt forward—not at Fex, but at Kairos—throwing a slow, normal punch.

Fex immediately noticed something strange. The punch had no power. No integration. No intent to harm.

It was symbolic.

The leader had already given up. He knew defeat was inevitable. But for the sake of pride—or perhaps to avoid openly betraying the Thorne name—he had chosen a feeble, harmless strike. A performance. A gesture.

Still, Fex didn’t lower his guard. Symbols had power, and in battle, even the faintest flicker of deception could be deadly.

He waited, body calm, instincts sharp. Just as the punch came within striking distance, it accelerated—just like he predicted. A burst of speed hidden behind a passive front.

But Fex was already moving. He tilted his body, letting the fist skim past his cheek, the wind brushing his skin.

The maneuver had left an opening—a massive one.

Without hesitation, Fex took two quick steps forward and slipped behind his opponent. With swift, clean execution, he raised his palm and drove it hard into the back of the man’s neck.

It was like hitting a switch.

The leader’s body tensed, then collapsed with a heavy thud, face-first into the dirt.

’He let me win,’ Fex thought, expression unreadable. He knew it wasn’t that easy to knock out a Master-ranked Summoner. The man had chosen to fall. A final act of pride, cloaked in submission.

The battle was over.

Without a second thought, Fex rushed to Kairos’s side. His eyes scanned the boy’s body, his fingers moving quickly to his neck.

No pulse.

Kairos was dead.

But Fex didn’t stop. He dropped to his knees, bent over the body, and placed both hands firmly on Kairos’s chest.

There was still a chance.

A technique he had learned long ago—a forbidden practice used by the Thorne family themselves. A method for revival. Not truly resurrection, but awakening from a state between life and death.

He began to channel his integration into his palms, letting it flow into Kairos’s body. Slowly, it seeped into his chest, searching, probing... connecting.

And then he felt it.

Darkness.

Not the absence of light, but a suffocating void. Endless and complete.

This wasn’t what he expected.

Normally, when this technique was used, the caster would enter a white room—a blank space symbolizing the soul’s waiting chamber. But this...

This was black.

Pitch black.

Yet the method remained the same. He moved forward in the darkness, his form dragging through a place where even his integration failed to light the way.

Eventually, just as he had hoped, he found it: a platform, suspended in the middle of the void. Its surface was shadowy and cold, the center of Kairos’s soul space. A core—a connection between the boy and his summon. The last tether of his life.

Fex approached carefully, cautiously pouring a thin stream of his integration into the black mass.

Just a spark.

And then... it responded.

The platform pulsed.

Kairos’s life force flickered.

Fex turned, ready to return to his body, but something went wrong.

His hand wouldn’t move.

His body... wouldn’t move.

What the hell?

He was stuck. Bound to the core as if it had become a parasite, feeding off his energy. He yanked back again, but nothing happened. The core pulled harder—grabbing not just his integration, but his summon. He could feel it—his own summon being ripped from inside him.

Panic set in.

He’s stealing it... He’s trying to consume my summon!

But Fex wasn’t new to this game. His instincts kicked in.

His left hand moved on its own—fast and brutal.

Without hesitation, he stabbed his fingers into his own chest, piercing through bone and muscle, shattering part of his ribcage but avoiding his heart with surgical precision.

The pain was blinding.

But it worked.

The shock broke the tether. The link between him and Kairos snapped, and he fell backward, gasping for air, his body drenched in sweat.

He lay there for a moment, unable to speak, chest heaving with ragged breaths. The battlefield was quiet. Only the occasional groan of the unconscious broke the silence.

"What the hell was that?" he whispered, eyes slowly drifting to Kairos.

The boy was breathing.

Alive.

"I never knew..." Fex exhaled, voice shaky. "I never knew this was the taste of her power."

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