Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner
Chapter 359 - 359: Air Storm : The Blizzard king

High up in the air, consciousness returned to Kelvin like a slap to the face—sudden, disorienting, and accompanied by the unmistakable sensation of traveling at speeds that should have turned him into paste several times over.

His eyes snapped open to find himself staring at an alien sky painted in deep purples and oranges, three suns hanging at impossible angles that made his brain ache just trying to process the geometry. But more immediately concerning was the fact that he was currently straddling the back of Storm, Noah's Hollow Blizzard Monarch Wyvern, who was cutting through the atmosphere like a missile with wings.

"Well, this is new," Kelvin muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. His last memory was a fusion reactor going critical and turning an entire facility into an impromptu star. "Pretty sure I should be molecularly dispersed right about now."

He looked down at his arms—or rather, where his arms used to be—and blinked in surprise. Instead of the torn, bloody stumps he remembered, he now possessed fully mechanical limbs that looked like they'd been crafted by someone who understood both aesthetics and lethality. The nanobots in his suit had apparently gone above and beyond their usual repair protocols.

"Adaptive reconstruction, cellular replacement with synthetic alternatives, full neural interface integration," he said, testing the mechanical fingers. They responded perfectly to his thoughts, servo motors humming with precision. "My suit's nanotech really doesn't mess around. Though I'm pretty sure this level of reconstruction should have taken weeks, not... however long I was unconscious."

He had outdone his own brilliance unintentionally this time.

Storm banked slightly, and Kelvin grabbed onto the wyvern's dorsal spikes for stability. The creature's scales were warm despite the ice powers, and he could feel the barely contained lightning that coursed just beneath the surface.

"Hey, big guy," Kelvin called out, knowing Storm couldn't answer but talking anyway. "Not that I'm complaining about the rescue, but how exactly did you find me? Last I checked, Noah could only summon you to his location, and he definitely wasn't standing in the middle of a nuclear fireball."

Storm's only response was a low growl that might have been acknowledgment, his massive wings adjusting their angle as they began to descend. But Kelvin's technopathic senses were picking up something strange—energy patterns around the wyvern that didn't match anything in his database.

"Are you... did you somehow learn to travel independently?" Kelvin asked, his mechanical fingers tracing patterns on Storm's scales. "Because that would be a hell of an evolution to mention casually. Where are we going? Please tell me it's to Noah, because I've got some seriously bad news about what's happening on these planets."

Another growl, this one carrying what sounded almost like frustration. Storm's head turned slightly, one massive eye fixing on Kelvin with intelligence that seemed far beyond what any summon should possess.

"Right, stupid question. You can't exactly give me a detailed briefing," Kelvin said, then grinned despite their circumstances. "Though I have to admit, this is pretty amazing. I mean, sure, I've lost both arms and apparently survived a fusion explosion, but I'm flying on a legendary wyvern through an alien sky. My inner eight-year-old is having the time of his life!!!"

Suddenly, Storm's spikes began to bend backward, the motion so gradual that Kelvin almost missed it. The wyvern's entire posture changed, muscles coiling like springs as crackling sounds began emanating from deep within his chest.

"Uh, Storm?" Kelvin said, gripping the dorsal spikes tighter. "What exactly are you—"

Frost began gathering around Storm's tail, followed by dark clouds that seemed to materialize from nowhere. Lightning danced between the cloud formations, building into something that made the hair on Kelvin's arms stand up—or would have, if he still had hair on his arms.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Kelvin breathed, recognizing the signs of a massive power buildup. "Storm, please tell me you waited until I was conscious because you're considerate, not because you need me to hold on for dear life during whatever insane maneuver you're about to—"

CRABOOM!

The world exploded into speed and sound and light as Storm launched himself forward at hypersonic velocity. Kelvin's mechanical arms locked onto the spikes with servo-assisted grip strength that would have crushed steel, his consciousness barely managing to process the acceleration forces that should have liquefied his internal organs.

But more than the speed was what appeared ahead of them—a rift in space itself, edges crackling with void energy that looked remarkably similar to Noah's domain portals. The opening hung in the air like a wound in reality, and Storm was heading straight for it at Mach 4 and climbing.

"Since when can you open portals?!" Kelvin shouted over the wind, his voice lost in the sonic boom they were generating. "This is definitely not in any of Noah's mission briefings!"

They hit the portal at full speed, reality folding around them like origami in a hurricane. For a moment that felt like eternity, Kelvin experienced the sensation of existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously, his consciousness stretched across impossible geometries while his body remained locked in its current configuration.

Then they burst through into normal space, emerging in an alien sky that his suit's sensors immediately identified as Sirius Beta. The transition was so abrupt that Kelvin's enhanced reflexes barely had time to compensate, but Storm's flight smoothed out as they began descending toward what looked like a battlefield.

"Sirius Beta," Kelvin breathed, reading the data scrolling across his visor. "Storm, you just traveled between star systems in seconds. That's... that should be impossible. For any living being,"

The landscape below told a story of recent violence—scorched earth, debris scattered across several square kilometers, and the unmistakable shapes of fallen Harbingers. Among them, Kelvin could make out the massive form of a three-horn, its skull caved in with what looked like blunt force trauma.

"Somebody had a really bad day down there," he observed as Storm circled the battlefield. "And judging by the fact that the Harbingers are the ones who stayed down, I'm guessing it wasn't us."

Storm touched down in a cleared area, his massive talons scraping against scorched concrete as he folded his wings. The moment Kelvin dismounted, soldiers began emerging from cover positions, weapons raised but uncertain.

"Hold fire!" someone shouted. "That's Kelvin! And that's the wyvern that smoked Noah and Lucas in the race!"

The recognition was immediate and welcome. These were his fellow vanguard soldiers, the squad that Lucas had been put in charge of. They approached with the cautious relief of people who'd seen too much combat in too short a time, their gear showing signs of extended fighting and improvised repairs.

"Kelvin?" Sergeant Torres called out, lowering his rifle. "Sir, what happened to your arms? And how did you get here?"

"Long story involving fusion reactors and creative nanobotic reconstruction," Kelvin replied, flexing his mechanical fingers. "But right now I need to know where Lucas is and what the hell happened to—"

A sonic boom cut him off as lightning crackled across the battlefield. Lucas appeared from the debris field, his approach creating a trail of electrical discharge that made the air itself seem to sizzle. He slid to a stop just meters from Kelvin, his enhanced speed bleeding off in controlled bursts of electricity.

"Kelvin!" Lucas grabbed him in a bear hug before stepping back to examine the mechanical arms. "Jesus, what happened to you? These don't look like suit modifications—they look like full replacements."

"Lost the originals to a very unfriendly Harbinger," Kelvin said matter-of-factly. "My suit's nanotech got creative with the repairs. But Lucas, we need to talk. All of you need to hear this."

Lucas's eyes shifted to Storm, who was currently preening one wing with the casual disregard for surroundings that cats displayed. "Where's Noah? Storm shouldn't be out without him nearby."

"That's part of what we need to discuss," Kelvin said, his voice taking on the serious tone his team had learned to respect. "But first, what happened here? This looks like you fought a small war."

Lucas's expression darkened. "The locals attacked us. Civilians, soldiers they came at us like mindless drones. Then the Harbingers showed up, including that three-horn over there." He gestured toward the massive corpse. "Nothing made sense. People who should have been grateful for rescue were trying to kill us instead."

"It makes perfect sense," Kelvin said grimly. "I know what's happening. All three planets in this system are under large-scale neural manipulation. There's a human consciousness being used as a relay point, broadcasting psychic interference that's keeping everyone isolated and turning them into puppets."

The silence that followed was absolute. Lucas stared at him, processing the implications, while the soldiers exchanged glances that spoke of horrific realization.

"One person," Kelvin continued, "stretched across dozens of facilities, forced to process and broadcast the signals that are controlling every human mind in the system. Every time someone couldn't call for help, every moment of coordination failure, every civilian turned against us—it's all coming from one tortured consciousness being used as a living weapon."

"How do we stop it?" Lucas asked immediately.

"We need to reunite with Noah and the others," Kelvin said. "But our ship's compromised, communications are still jammed, and we're dealing with three planets full of people who've been turned into weapons."

"We can't exactly fly to them," Lucas pointed out. "Our transport was sabotaged hours ago."

Kelvin grinned, his first genuine smile since waking up on Storm's back. "Good thing our scaled friend here seems to have learned some new tricks. He just carried me between star systems in a matter of seconds, using what looked like Noah's domain portals."

He turned to Storm, who was now watching the conversation with obvious intelligence. "I'm theorizing that you've developed some kind of independent domain link. The portal brought us straight here, to Lucas, which suggests you can track our people across interplanetary distances."

Lucas took another look at the fallen three-horn, its skull crushed beyond recognition. "Listen up ladies," he called out, his voice carrying command authority. "Listen to what Kelvin has to say. Our mission parameters have changed. These planets are rogue, and so are we now."

The soldiers gathered around, their faces showing the grim acceptance of people who'd already seen the impossible become routine.

"We're going rogue, people," Lucas continued. "The entire system is compromised, which means we're on our own. But we've got advantages they don't know about." He gestured toward Storm. "And we've got a technopathic genius who just survived a nuclear explosion."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Kelvin said, but his expression remained serious. "We need to move fast. Every moment we delay, more people die, and that poor soul being used as a relay suffers. Time to go save the UNIVERSE!!" Kelvin yelled the last part and it sounded more like he was overjoyed if anything scared.

Storm let out a roar that shook the ground, frost and lightning dancing around his form as if eager for the fight ahead.