SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

The arena had slowly but surely evolved into something unrecognizable as the spectators now had no idea what they were staring at. This made many of them stare at the large screens floating in the air rather than at the arena itself.

Platforms continued to rise and fall like waves caught in storm swells. The void between them had begun to hum—rippling with deep, pulsing magic essence that made it dangerous even to look at too long.

The heat from the earlier phases had burned away the early tension. Now it was survival—nothing more elegant than that.

But survival didn’t always mean slaughter.

Sometimes it meant calculation.

And the smartest predators knew when to pause the hunt.

Kaelis stood on the shifting edge of a crag-like platform, her long glaive lowered but not sheathed.

Her long hair whipped around her pale face as she stared across the gap at Damon’s team, the ElderGlow beacon still pulsing behind them.

Her second-in-command whispered, “We could rush them. Catch them on defense.”

But Kaelis didn’t move.

Her eyes weren’t on the beacon.

They were on Damon.

On his stance.

On how he barely blinked.

How his foot was angled to pivot. Not retreat.

“No,” she said. “Not yet. They’re better positioned. We’d lose someone.”

“So? We can—”

She raised a hand.

“Watch.”

A few seconds later, a massive crack split the earth between the two platforms. A new bridge formed—long, narrow, unstable. A trap disguised as opportunity.

She smirked.

“If we’d rushed, we’d be swimming in essence sludge.”

Her teammate said nothing else.

Instead, they watched ElderGlow.

And ElderGlow watched them back.

Neither of the team was in a rush to attack and neither wanted to make the first move. They only locked stares on themselves without actually taking any action.

“They’re not attacking,” Daveon muttered.

“Smart,” Anaya replied. “She saw the bridge crack too.”

Damon nodded slightly. “She’s reading the field. Same as we are.”

Celeste arched a brow. “So what now? We make peace?”

“For now?” Damon said, scanning the terrain again. “We let her pass. If she doesn’t strike our beacon, we don’t strike hers.”

Anaya looked amused. “You’re trusting her?”

“No,” Damon said. “I’m trusting her logic. She wants to eliminate Crowgarth first. Same as we do.”

Damon smiled at turned to his other teammates. “Celeste probably has the fastest reaction speed. Do you think you can counter if she decides to attack?”

Celeste stared at Damon for a moment before she grinned. “Of course I can.” There was a sort of confidence in her voice. The same kind Miss Leana had shown earlier that day before their tests had even begun.

Elsewhere in the maze, Tavros was charging headlong into a rotating pillar corridor, screaming his fury with every step.

Crowgarth had abandoned strategy.

They were now rampaging through the maze, platform by platform, overwhelming isolated enemies, and burning their own stamina like it meant nothing.

They’d secured a beacon early on—but destroyed it themselves by accident when a spell misfired and shattered the magical casing.

Since destroying one’s own beacon wasn’t exactly a cause for withdrawal as it wasn’t stated in the rules—only because no one was expecting any team to destroy their own beacon, team Crowgarth continued in the test.

Now they had nothing to protect.

Only enemies to hunt.

“Where’s ElderGlow?” Tavros barked, panting. “I want the silver-haired brat!”

Behind him, one of his teammates limped, scorched. “We lost the eastern path. The maze collapsed there.”

“Then MAKE A NEW ONE!”

Tavros slammed his hammer down, shattering the next bridge—and triggering a new wave of collapsing tiles.

Their path now led straight toward Thornevale.

High above, in the balcony reserved for guests, Lord Terrace leaned forward slightly. His silver brows furrowed as his sharp gaze tracked the patterns of the collapsing maze.

“So,” he murmured, “the girl Kaelis doesn’t disappoint.”

Dean Godsthorn stood beside him, arms folded.

“Neither does your son,” he replied. “He didn’t take the bait. He’s managing the field. Not just holding a position—he’s shaping the flow.”

Lady Reyla chuckled softly from her side seat, legs crossed.

“Like a proper little king in a game of blades. If he did disappoint, he wouldn’t deserve to be the heir of the Terrace family…” Lady Reyla turned to her brother with a weak smile. “Right, big brother?”

Razel Acheon didn’t speak.

But his eyes were locked on Daveon.

When one of Daveon’s flame spells arced overhead and trapped a Crowgarth striker mid-air in a fiery dome, Razel smiled—barely.

No one noticed his smile as they were too invested in the battle. ‘That’s my little brother.’ Razel thought, his smile threatening to widen by anitgrr fraction of an inch.

Back on the field, Kaelis did something unexpected.

She raised her hand.

And waved at Damon.

A brief gesture.

Then she and her team peeled off to the side—sliding along a narrow path of connected tiles toward the western path.

Anaya blinked. “Did we just get waved at?”

Damon exhaled. “She’s trusting us not to hit her from behind.”

Celeste smirked. “And she’s gambling we’ll go after Crowgarth while she circles wide.”

“She’s right,” Daveon muttered, standing from his crouch. “We are going after them, right?”

Damon nodded. “They’re running out of steam very fast. One good flank…”

He stepped forward.

“…and we end them.”

As if having a life of it’s own, the arena shifted again.

Massive runes lit along the walls—Phase Two.

The maze’s outer edges began to collapse entirely. Platforms disintegrated and sank into the glowing void.

The remaining sections of terrain began to rotate, elevate, and descend like a massive spiraling engine.

Teams were no longer divided by direction.

They were forced into convergence.

Thornevale.

Crowgarth.

ElderGlow.

One beacon remained.

And it pulsed in the center.

What formed next was a massive circular platform surrounded by spiraling debris and floating stone teeth. The center held a raised stand—and on that stand, one last Beacon of Command formed, forged from the combined essence of the previous three.

Every team saw it.

Every fighter knew immediately.

This was it.

Damon narrowed his eyes.

“No more defensive positions.”

He looked to the others.

“Celeste, cover right. Daveon, suppress from above. Anaya, with me.”

He pulled his sword free.

“This ends here and as far as I’m concerned, that beacon belongs to us.”

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