Awakening with two legendary Summons
Chapter 134: Shadow Summoners

Chapter 134: Shadow Summoners

The evolution of a Nyxaris was deceptively simple, yet horrifying in its true nature. The Nyxaris were not just beings—they were enigmas. Aliens whose origins remained unknown. No record existed of their birth, no history traced their path. They simply were—harbingers of despair, incarnations of war.

They lived for chaos. They breathed destruction. And as they clashed with humanity, one terrifying truth emerged over time: the Nyxaris could evolve.

But this evolution wasn’t governed by time. It didn’t happen over centuries or due to age. No, the Nyxaris evolved through experience—violent, soul-crushing experience. They evolved through three distinct and dread-filled means.

The first was chaos—raw, undiluted turmoil.

The second was far more dangerous: an evolution triggered at the very brink of death, when their survival instinct reached its peak and twisted their being into something more monstrous.

And the final, the most feared and potent of all Nyxaris evolutions, was the death-field evolution—a transformation fueled by the blood-soaked soil of a battlefield where many souls had perished.

That was the evolution taking place before them now.

The Nyxaris stood amidst a killing field littered with corpses. It had waited, motionless and calculating, as Zhendeya had methodically slain every beast around it. One after another, Monarch-ranked beasts fell at her hands, their essence released upon the cursed field.

The Nyxaris had fed on this death, absorbing the lingering energies, the unspent powers of the slain. It didn’t merely consume flesh. No—it devoured what was left behind when hope was extinguished.

And that alone made both women uneasy.

This wasn’t just any battlefield. This was a graveyard for Monarch-ranked beasts—and several humans had died here too. The stench of death was thick, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air.

This was why the death-field evolution was the most terrifying.

It allowed the Nyxaris to assimilate half of the abilities of all beings who had died within its range. The stronger the death, the more powerful the evolution. And right now, the evolution taking place was nothing short of catastrophic.

The Nyxaris began to change before their eyes. Its body expanded grotesquely, bones snapping and realigning as it grew in size. Horns twisted out from its head like blackened tree roots, jagged and malicious. Long, uneven spikes erupted from its back, like the spines of a monstrous sea creature. Its teeth didn’t just sharpen—they grew into curved tusks that tore into its own flesh as they extended. The creature became a massive, hulking figure, disturbingly skinny, with strength vibrating from every joint.

It let out an ear-splitting roar—a sound that shook the ground and made the air tremble. Then it moved.

In a blur.

It was faster than expected—far too fast. The two women were still processing its transformation when it lunged forward with terrifying speed. Its target: Shia Vantress—the weaker of the two.

Before Shia even realized it had moved, the Nyxaris drove its knee into her gut.

A sickening crunch followed, and her eyes widened with delayed shock. The pain came instantly after, but her body had already started to shut down from the impact. The sheer force of the blow lifted her into the air before hurling her across the battlefield like a ragdoll.

She slammed into the ground, coughing up blood as her vision spun.

Only one person remained standing—Zhendeya.

She had no special strength. No energy boost to match the monster’s brute force. But her speed... it had grown. Sharpened. She could now see the Nyxaris clearly.

But seeing and stopping it were two different things.

The creature turned, almost mockingly, and sprang toward her. It pulled back its elbow, fist clenched with murderous intent, and drove a punch straight into Zhendeya’s side.

The impact was bone-shattering.

She was sent flying like a missile, crashing into a thick pillar that barely stood upright. The structure groaned under the weight of the collision, tilting slightly as fragments crumbled off. Zhendeya’s body hit the floor face-first with a heavy thud, her breath gone, pain racing through her like fire.

She gasped. Her ribs—something was wrong. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. And yet, in the back of her mind, she knew it clearly now.

This creature... this Nyxaris... had evolved beyond them.

They were no longer fighting an enemy—they were standing before a calamity.

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Meanwhile...

Kairos stood several rooftops away, eyes narrowed, his body taut like a stretched bowstring. He was watching the strange man seated casually at the edge of the building. The man seemed calm, maybe too calm. And that only made Kairos more suspicious.

He didn’t trust him. Not even a little. Still, he had decided to listen—for now. But all the while, he mapped out potential escape routes and attack angles, mentally preparing for anything.

’Come on, Kairos, don’t let this idiot get the better of you. Think like a summoner. Think like a summoner. I mustn’t get distracted,’ he told himself, shaking his head to clear the mental noise. He masked his unease as best he could.

But Ravin could see it.

"There’s no cause for alarm—yet," the man said with a calm smile, as if that was meant to be comforting.

’As if that’s assuring. Oh yeah, eat from the table of the person who hates you the most. I’m no fool,’ Kairos growled internally, scowling.

"So, I’ll begin by telling you about Project Dark Wing," Ravin began, his tone shifting to something more serious.

"Dark Wing? What the hell is that?" Kairos blurted. The name didn’t fit. It felt out of place with everything going on.

Ravin chuckled. "Oh, that’s not what I mean... I guess it’s not that important—for now," he said, flashing a grin. "What’s important is this: your power... it’s not the first time it’s been recorded in history. And I’m sure it won’t be the last. They will come for you soon."

They? Kairos’ heart skipped. His pupils dilated slightly. ’Is he talking about the shadow people? How does he even know about them?’

The questions flooded his mind, rising like a storm tide.

But he only managed to ask one.

"Are you one of them?"

Ravin raised a brow in amusement. "No, no no... that’s not it. I’m not one of them. I’m just a scientist, remember? But what I can tell you is this—you’re far too weak to face them."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering.

"And if you think they’ll greet you with open arms, you’re sorrily mistaken. Honestly, Kairos, you’ve got nowhere to run. You’re the Summon Thief. The military knows. The factions know. Everyone will want you for what you’ve done—"

Kairos froze.

His eyes widened. His heartbeat felt like it had paused in his chest. His knees buckled slightly, forcing him to take a step back to stabilize himself.

’How did he—?’

"The shadow people will come too," Ravin continued, his tone laced with finality. "And more than that... you’re like me. An outcast."

He grinned at the last word. And let it sink in.

A chilling pause.

[All he speaks is the truth]

The system’s voice rang in Kairos’ mind like a bell.

[The shadow people won’t waste an opportunity to kill you when they find you]

Kairos felt the blood drain from his face.

Everything he thought he knew—the glimmer of hope he held about the shadows, about his place—was gone.

Shattered.

Now he was truly alone.

And worst of all, he didn’t know what to do next.