Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 415

Chapter 415: A sacrifice

The ground didn’t just shake—it heaved like a living thing in agony. Massive fissures opened across the landscape, each one glowing with the same emerald energy that had powered the elven city. Trees that had stood for centuries toppled into newly formed chasms, their ancient root systems no match for the geological chaos erupting beneath them.

“What the hell is happening to the ground?” Kelvin shouted over the noise, his cybernetic arms automatically extending stabilizers as another violent tremor sent everyone staggering. “This isn’t normal seismic activity. The patterns are all wrong!”

Noah felt it through his boots first, then in his bones—a rhythmic pulsing that was definitely not geological. This was something vast stirring to life, something that had been using an entire planet as its shell. Each pulse felt deliberate, purposeful, like a massive heartbeat picking up speed.

“Oh no,” Lyra whispered, her tablet already out as she ran frantic calculations. Her face was growing paler by the second as the numbers populated her screen. “If something the size of a planet is actually moving, physically displacing mass on this scale, the gravitational fluctuations alone would destabilize orbital mechanics in this entire system.”

Kelvin’s sensors were going crazy, his cybernetic arms whirring as they tried to process readings that shouldn’t have been possible. “The atmospheric displacement is off the charts,” he said, his voice rising with panic. “We’re talking about pressure waves that could strip away breathable air, create wind speeds that would turn trees into projectiles, maybe even disrupt the magnetosphere. The radius of effect would be…”

He paused, running his own calculations, his face going white as the implications hit him.

“How big a radius?” Sophie asked, steadying herself against a tree that was somehow still standing despite the chaos around them.

“Continental,” Kelvin said quietly, his usual bravado completely gone. “Maybe global. If whatever’s down there is the size we think it is, and it’s really waking up, then nowhere on this planet is going to be safe.”

The Queen was backing away from the expanding fissures, her composure finally cracking as she watched her world literally tear itself apart. “This has never happened before,” she said, her voice shaking. “We’ve felt the tremors for generations, yes, but this is completely different. The tremors were gentle, like a sleeping giant shifting position. This feels like something waking up angry.”

Noah’s mind raced through the implications as he watched cracks spread across the landscape like a spider web of destruction. ‘If Lilivil is truly awakening, not just stirring in its sleep, then everything on the surface becomes expendable. An entity this size is cosmic and it won’t care about the tiny life forms crawling on its skin. We need to get everyone to safety before it decides to shake us off like parasites.’

His thought process was interrupted by a sound that defied description. It started as a low rumble that seemed to come from everywhere at once, vibrating through the ground, through the air, through their bodies. Then it built into something that made their chests tighten, their skulls ache, their DNA itself seem to vibrate in resonance. It was the sound of a world-sized creature taking its first conscious breath in millennia.

“Your Majesty,” Noah said urgently, turning to grab the Queen’s arm as another massive tremor nearly knocked them all off their feet. “You need to gather your people immediately. All of them, every elf in your city. Get them to the largest open area you have, and do it now.”

The Queen stared at him with wide eyes, clearly struggling to process his request while her world was literally falling apart around them. “I don’t understand. Why would we gather everyone together? Shouldn’t we be spreading out, finding shelter in different locations to minimize casualties if—”

“Trust me on this,” Noah interrupted, his voice carrying an authority that made her focus on him despite the chaos. “Get everyone to one location. Every elf, every child, every elder. Do it now, before this gets worse.”

The urgency in his tone finally broke through her confusion. She turned to one of her guards and began issuing rapid commands in their musical language, her voice rising to be heard over the increasing noise from below.

Lucas stepped beside Noah, his expression grim as he watched the systematic destruction of the landscape around them. Lightning was already beginning to crackle around his hands in an unconscious response to stress. “You have a plan for this situation?”

“Working on it,” Noah replied, his eyes never leaving the expanding cracks in the earth. Each new fissure revealed more of that unsettling organic movement beneath the surface. “Right now, getting off this planet isn’t an option.”

“Why not?” Diana asked, as she was already in the middle of assessing escape routes even as she watched their transport shuddering from the seismic activity. “We have the transport ship. If we load everyone we can and make multiple trips—”

“Look up,” Lyra said quietly, holding her tablet screen where everyone could see the readings. “Check these atmospheric readings.”

The data streaming across her screen was catastrophic. Pressure differentials that would crush any aircraft like a tin can, electromagnetic disturbances that would fry every electronic system within hundreds of miles, and wind patterns that seemed to defy the laws of physics as massive air masses tried to compensate for a planetary-scale disturbance.

“Takeoff would be suicide,” Kelvin confirmed, reading over Lyra’s shoulder. His usual confidence was completely gone, replaced by the kind of fear that came from understanding exactly how screwed they were. “We’d be torn apart before we cleared the lower atmosphere. The pressure differentials alone would implode our hull, and that’s assuming the electromagnetic interference doesn’t fry our engines first.”

As if to emphasize his point, Noah watched a flock of native birds attempt to flee the chaos. They were large creatures, built for long-distance flight, but they made it perhaps a hundred meters before invisible atmospheric forces caught them. The birds didn’t just fall—they were shredded mid-flight, torn apart by pressure waves and wind shears that turned their own speed against them.

‘We’re trapped on a waking cosmic entity,’ Noah thought grimly, watching the feathers drift down like snow. ‘And it’s about to shake us off like fleas that have been biting it while it slept.’

The tremors were getting stronger, more purposeful. Through the cracks in the earth, Noah could see something moving—not magma or geological processes, but organized motion. Muscle and sinew on a scale that dwarfed mountains.

“It’s standing up,” Uncle Dom said with his characteristic calm, as if observing something mildly interesting rather than witnessing a planetary awakening.

He was right. The tremors had pattern now, rhythm. The movement of something impossibly vast shifting its weight, finding its balance after eons of stillness.

The forest around them began to change. Trees weren’t just falling—they were being absorbed, pulled down into the earth as Lilivil reclaimed the organic matter that had grown on its sleeping form. Rivers changed course as the landscape reshaped itself according to the will of something that was both the terrain and the entity beneath it.

Noah’s dragons moved closer to him, their instincts recognizing a threat beyond anything they had faced. Even Nyx, always eager for battle, seemed subdued by the sheer scale of what was happening around them.

Then, with a sound like continents colliding, Lilivil began to rise.

The horizon split open as massive arms pushed up from beneath the earth’s crust. Each finger was larger than the elven city they’d been standing in, composed of living rock and flowing energy that pulsed with the heartbeat of a world. The arms pressed against the edge of space itself, using the void as leverage to pull an impossible mass upward.

Noah craned his neck back, trying to process what he was seeing. The thing emerging from the planet’s core was vaguely humanoid, but built on a scale that made him dizzy to contemplate. Its torso was visible now, a chest that could house entire continents, made of the same living stone but shot through with veins of that emerald energy.

‘This is what the elves have been living on,’ Noah realized with growing horror. ‘Not just a planet inhabited by a creature—a creature that had become a planet.’

The head emerged last, and Noah understood why the elves had described Lilivil as sleeping. The face was almost peaceful, ancient and weathered like a mountain range, but undeniably alive. Eyes the size of small moons opened slowly, revealing depths that seemed to contain entire star systems.

When Lilivil spoke, its voice was the sound of geological ages compressed into words.

“Who… disturbs… my… slumber…”

The words hit them like physical forces, each syllable creating pressure waves that flattened the remaining trees and sent the team scrambling for cover. Noah’s dragons spread their wings defensively, but even their combined presence seemed insignificant next to the cosmic entity now towering over them.

Lilivil’s gaze swept across the landscape, those moon-sized eyes taking in the destruction, the fleeing wildlife, the tiny figures of humans and elves cowering on its surface.

“For… millennia… I… have… slept… protected… the… small… ones… who… dwelt… upon… me…”

The Queen, who had been frozen in terror, suddenly straightened. “Great Lilivil! We are your faithful servants! We have honored the ancient compact!”

“Have… you…” The entity’s voice carried a note that might have been disappointment. “Then… why… do… strangers… walk… upon… my… form… Why… do… they… steal… what… is… mine…”

‘It knows about the facility,’ Noah realized. ‘About what the Eighth Ancestor did to its core.’

Lucas looked at Noah. “Can you get up there? Try to talk to it?”

Noah nodded grimly. The distance was vast, but Nyx could make the flight. “Nyx,” he called out, and the Red Death Dragon immediately lowered himself for Noah to mount.

The flight up to Lilivil’s face was terrifying in its scope. What Noah had estimated might be a few minutes of travel turned into nearly an hour as Nyx struggled to cover the impossible distance. The entity waited patiently, those cosmic eyes tracking their approach with the kind of casual attention a human might give to an approaching insect—mildly curious, but not particularly concerned.

When they finally reached what Noah generously called “eye level,” he had to fight vertigo from the sheer scale of what he was looking at. Lilivil’s pupil alone was larger than most cities he’d seen, and the iris contained swirling patterns that looked like entire weather systems.

“Lilivil,” Noah called out, his voice barely a whisper in comparison to the entity’s earlier words. He had to shout to be heard across the vast distance, even though they were supposedly close. “I’m sorry we woke you. It wasn’t intentional. We were trying to rescue people from the facility that was built on your surface.”

Lilivil’s massive head tilted slightly, the movement causing atmospheric disturbances that made Nyx struggle to maintain his position. When the entity spoke, its voice was quieter than before, but still powerful enough to create pressure waves that Noah could feel in his bones.

“You… are… the… one… who… carries… the… void…” The words came slowly, deliberately, as if Lilivil was choosing each one carefully. “You… took… what… was… stolen… from… me… I… felt… the… fragments… of… my… essence… disappear… into… your… strange… space…”

“The facility,” Noah said quickly, relieved that Lilivil seemed willing to talk rather than simply swat them out of existence. “The experiments they were conducting there, the way they had broken apart pieces of your core and embedded them in those creatures. I removed the entire structure to stop the pain they were causing you. I can return the fragments of your core if you want them back.”

The cosmic entity was quiet for a long moment, those moon-sized eyes studying Noah with an intelligence that had watched entire geological ages pass. When it finally spoke, there was something that might have been sadness in its voice.

“No… small…human…” The single word carried the weight of eons. “I… do… not… want… my… broken… pieces… returned… They… have… been… tainted… corrupted… by… the… experiments… of… the… betrayer… They… are… no… longer… part… of… me…”

Noah felt a chill that had nothing to do with the altitude. If Lilivil didn’t want its core fragments back, then what could he possibly offer to appease a cosmic entity?

“Then what do you want? How can we make this right?”

Lilivil’s massive head tilted slightly, studying Noah with an intelligence that spanned geological ages. “You… carry… something… far… more… valuable… The… place… from… which… your… small… protectors… emerge… I… sense… energy… without… limit… space… without… boundary…”

Noah’s heart stopped. ‘It knows about the Domain.’

“Give… me… this… infinite… space… and… I… will… spare… the… small… ones… who… live… upon… me…”

“I… I don’t even know if that’s possible,” Noah stammered. “The Domain isn’t something I can just transfer. And even if I could, you’re too large. The energy required to transport you would—”

‘Actually,’ Noah thought quickly, ‘with Ivy’s regeneration buff, my void energy is full. But something this massive… it would drain everything and probably kill me in the process.’

“—and it’s my dragons’ home,” he finished. “I can’t take that from them. Perhaps I can offer alternative compensation. I have collected many cores over time. Beast cores from creatures that–”

“No.”

The word came with finality that shook the air around them. Lilivil’s expression shifted, those cosmic features arranging themselves into something that might have been disappointment.

“Then… all… will… perish… I… will… not… return… to… slumber… while… thieves… walk… upon… my… flesh…”

The entity’s hand rose toward them, fingers the size of mountain ranges reaching out to swat them like insects.

Nyx reacted instantly, his molten core flaring to life as he released a devastating Magma Bomb directly into Lilivil’s face. The attack was followed immediately by Storm’s Lightning Strike from the left and Ivy’s Thorn Barrage from below, all three dragons converging on the cosmic entity’s head in a coordinated assault.

The combined attacks created an explosion that could be seen from orbit, fire and lightning and botanical destruction washing over features that dwarfed continents. For a moment, smoke and energy obscured Lilivil’s face completely.

When it cleared, the entity was unharmed.

“Amusing.”

Lilivil spread both arms wide, energy building between its palms.

“Shit!!! Fall back!”

When it released the attack, the blast covered a quarter of the planet’s surface, turning forests to ash and boiling entire lakes. Noah and his dragons barely escaped, diving and weaving through destruction on a scale that redefined the word catastrophe.

They retreated back toward the elven settlement, Lilivil’s massive form pursuing them with steps that cracked tectonic plates. Each footfall was a localized earthquake, each gesture a natural disaster.

By the time they reached the underground city, the Queen had managed to gather her people in the largest open area available. Two million elves stood in terrified silence, looking to their queen and the strange humans who had brought this disaster upon them.

Noah landed hard. His team surrounded him immediately, their faces showing the same mixture of terror and desperation he felt in his own chest.

‘Two million people,’ he thought, looking at the assembled masses. ‘The most I’ve ever transported was around four hundred thousand, and that was a gamble,”

But there was no choice. Lilivil was coming, each step bringing it closer to the underground city that wouldn’t survive even a glancing blow from something that massive.

Noah closed his eyes, running calculations that made his head hurt. The energy required for a transport of this scale… he’d need more than just his natural void reserves.

“I need corpses,” he said quietly.

“What?” Sophie stepped closer, not sure she’d heard him correctly.

“Corpses,” Noah repeated, louder now. “Bodies. Anyone who’s dying, any beasts you’re willing to sacrifice, any organic matter with residual life energy. I need about four thousand five hundred corpses.”

The Queen stared at him in horror. “What are you asking us to do?”

“What I did during the academy competition,” Noah explained, looking at his team members who had been there. “When the Purge attacked and planted that bomb. I had to transport an entire city’s population, and I didn’t have enough power.”

Sophie’s face went pale with understanding. “You absorbed entropy from the dead.”

“It’s the only way,” Noah said. “Void energy is essentially entropy, the energy of decay and ending. I can draw it from recently deceased organic matter, but I need a lot of it.”

He looked around at the assembled elves, at the two million faces looking back at him with growing comprehension of what he was asking.

“This is the only way to save everyone,” Noah said simply. “But I need your help to do it.”

The Queen’s hands trembled as she processed what Noah was telling her. Above them, the sound of Lilivil’s approaching footsteps grew louder with each passing second.

Soon, she would have to make a choice that would define what remained of her people’s future.