Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 448

Chapter 448: The Eight

Kelvin’s voice crackled through their communicators as Noah and Lucas moved through the central spire’s twisted corridors. “Alright, guys, I’m getting mixed signals here. Lucy’s team has breached the draining chambers on sub-level twelve, and they’re reporting heavy resistance but no sign of the high-value targets.”

The team had split up into groups to cover more grounds. While king Aurelius and his army kept the shadow soldiers on the perimeter of the fortress very busy.

Noah adjusted his grip on Excaliburn, the blade’s void energy casting purple reflections off the polished black walls. “What about our search area?”

“That’s where it gets interesting,” Kelvin replied, his voice carrying that familiar excitement he got when solving technical puzzles. “I’ve mapped seventy percent of this place, but there’s one section that’s not showing up on any schematic. Upper levels of the central spire, starting around floor forty. No designation, no architectural plans, nothing.”

Lucas wiped sweat from his forehead as they climbed another set of stairs. The fortress’s interior was like a vertical maze, with passages that doubled back on themselves and rooms that seemed to serve no purpose. “Could it be structural damage?”

“Negative. The power grid shows active systems in that area, but they’re isolated from the main network. Someone went to a lot of trouble to keep that section hidden from fortress operations.”

Noah paused at a landing, studying the corridor ahead. The walls here were different from the lower levels—still black stone, but smoother, more refined. The lighting strips were spaced farther apart, creating pools of blue illumination separated by stretches of darkness.

“If you were an immortal mastermind who’d been planning revenge for centuries,” Noah said into his communicator, “where would you set up your base of operations?”

“Somewhere with a view and complete privacy,” Kelvin answered immediately. “Which puts you guys on the right track. Keep heading up, and I’ll try to guide you through the layout as best I can.”

They climbed for another ten minutes, passing floors that seemed completely empty. No guards, no defensive positions, no signs of habitation. Just corridor after corridor of polished stone that reflected their movements like dark mirrors.

“This is weird,” Lucas said, his voice echoing slightly in the empty passage. “We’ve fought shadow soldiers throughout this entire fortress, but up here? Nothing.”

“Diana’s reporting the same thing from her team,” Kelvin’s voice came through their earpieces. “It’s like everything below floor thirty is heavily defended, but above that, it’s completely abandoned.”

Noah felt his combat instincts prickling. In his experience, when defenses suddenly disappeared, it usually meant you were walking into a trap. But they’d come too far to turn back now.

The stairs ended at floor forty-five, opening into a circular chamber with eight different passages branching off like spokes of a wheel. Each passage was identical—twenty feet wide, with smooth walls that curved gently upward.

“Kelvin, we’ve got eight passages here. Any guidance on which one to take?”

A pause, then Kelvin’s voice came back with audible frustration. “I’m not reading anything from any of them. It’s like they just disappear into dead zones. But if I had to guess…” Another pause. “Try the one facing north. In most fortress designs, the most important areas face the direction of greatest threat.”

Noah and Lucas exchanged glances, then headed down the northern passage. The walls here were completely smooth, without any of the decorative elements they’d seen elsewhere. No bioluminescent strips either—the only light came from their own equipment.

“Feels like we’re walking into a tomb,” Lucas muttered.

“Let’s hope not our own,” Noah replied.

The passage continued for about a hundred yards before ending at a set of doors. Not the simple panels they’d encountered throughout the rest of the fortress, but genuine doors—massive wooden affairs that looked like they belonged in a medieval castle rather than a high-tech stronghold.

Each door was easily twelve feet tall and six feet wide, made from wood so dark it was almost black. Iron hinges the size of dinner plates connected them to a stone frame, and handles made of polished metal gleamed in their equipment lights.

“These don’t match anything else in this place,” Lucas observed.

Noah approached the doors carefully, his eyes searching for any signs of traps or monitoring systems. The wood was real—he could smell the age in it, the kind of scent that came from timber that had been growing when his great-grandparents were young.

“Kelvin, we’re at some kind of wooden doors. Definitely not standard fortress construction.”

“Wooden doors? In a place made entirely of volcanic glass and metal? That’s either really good news or really bad news, and I’m leaning toward the latter.”

Noah placed his hand on the left door while Lucas gripped the right. The wood was warm to the touch, as if heated from within.

“Ready?” Noah asked.

Lucas nodded, electricity starting to dance around his fingers. “Let’s finish this.”

They pushed together, and the doors swung open smoothly, without any of the grinding or creaking Noah had expected from such massive barriers.

The chamber beyond defied everything they’d seen in the fortress so far.

It was enormous—easily the size of a sports arena—but the construction was completely different from the sterile, technological aesthetic of the levels below. This looked like it had been carved from a single piece of black stone, with walls that curved up into darkness so complete it seemed solid.

Columns as thick as tree trunks supported the invisible ceiling, each one carved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift in peripheral vision. The floor was polished to a mirror finish, reflecting their movements and the sparse lighting.

Bioluminescent crystals were embedded in the walls at irregular intervals, providing just enough light to see by while leaving most of the chamber in shadow. The effect created an atmosphere that was simultaneously grand and intimate, like standing inside a cathedral after hours.

And at the center of it all, on a raised platform of the same black stone, was a simple throne.

Noah had expected something massive and intimidating, but this chair looked almost normal. High-backed and carved from the same material as everything else, but sized for a human rather than some giant. The platform it sat on was only about three feet high, with steps carved directly into the stone.

The throne however had an occupant.

The man sitting in the throne shattered every expectation Noah had built up about their enemy.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with shoulder-length dark hair and features that wouldn’t have stood out in any crowd. He was wearing simple clothes—dark pants and a plain long-sleeved shirt that could have come from any store. No crown, no elaborate robes, no visible weapons.

When he looked up at them, his expression was one of mild curiosity rather than anger or surprise.

“Well,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the vast space without any echo, “this is unexpected. Two young men, armed and determined, walking into my home like they have every right to be here.”

He leaned forward in the throne, resting his elbows on his knees in a casual gesture that made the seat look like any other chair.

“I should probably ask your names, but honestly? It doesn’t matter. You’re here because someone you care about is missing, and you think I’m responsible.” He paused, studying their faces. “The question is whether you’re here to rescue someone or to kill me. Your answer will determine how this conversation proceeds.”

Lucas stepped forward, electricity crackling visibly around his hands. “We’re here because you’ve been kidnapping innocent people for decades. Because you’ve attacked civilian populations and destroyed families.”

“Innocent,” the man repeated, as if tasting the word. “Interesting choice. Tell me, what do you know about innocence? About the history that brought you to my door?”

Noah studied the figure carefully. The man’s posture was completely relaxed, but there was something in his eyes—not madness or rage, but a kind of tired intelligence that spoke of someone who’d lived far longer than his appearance suggested.

“We know enough,” Noah said. “We know you were betrayed by the original seven families. We know they left you to die because they feared your abilities.”

The man’s expression shifted slightly, showing what might have been approval.

“Do you? Do you really know what happened, or do you know the cleaned-up version they’ve been telling their children for generations to help them sleep at night?”

He stood up from the throne with fluid grace, moving down the steps like he was walking off a porch rather than descending from a seat of power.

“You’re wondering how I’ve managed to stay alive this long,” he continued, reading their expressions with unsettling accuracy. “Copied someone’s longevity abilities? Stolen the secret of eternal youth from some unfortunate victim?”

Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Something like that.”

“Close, but not quite right.” The man reached the bottom of the platform and began walking toward them, his pace unhurried and seemingly unthreatening. “But we’ll get to that eventually. First, tell me why you’re really here. Beyond the rescue mission, beyond the righteous anger. What brought you to my door tonight?”

“You attacked Raiju Prime,” Lucas said, his voice rising with each word. “My mother is in a coma because of your assault on civilian targets. My father was taken by your forces, along with dozens of other family heads. For generations, you’ve been systematically hunting down innocent people for reasons nobody understands.”

The man stopped walking, still about twenty feet away from them. His expression had shifted, losing its casual friendliness and taking on something harder.

“Your mother,” he repeated slowly. “In a coma because of my actions. And you hold me responsible for that.”

“Of course I do!” Lucas snapped. “You ordered the attack!”

“I ordered strikes against military installations being used to coordinate attacks on my forces,” the man replied, his voice still calm but carrying an edge now. “I ordered the destruction of weapons facilities producing armaments designed specifically to kill my people. If your mother was injured, it’s because she was somewhere she shouldn’t have been, defending things that shouldn’t exist…like your father,”

Noah felt the conversation shifting away from simple confrontation toward something more complex. This wasn’t the ranting of a madman or the cold calculation of a sociopath. This was someone who believed completely in what he was doing.

“Your people?” Noah asked. “The shadow soldiers?”

“I mean the countless beings across a hundred different worlds who’ve suffered under the tyranny of the seven families,” the man replied. “The civilizations that have been conquered, enslaved, or erased because they possessed resources your bloodlines wanted.”

He resumed walking toward them, still maintaining that measured, non-threatening pace.

“You want the real story? The truth your families have spent centuries hiding from their own children?” His tone carried the weight of someone who’d been waiting a very long time to have this conversation. “Very well. Let me educate you.”

The man stopped about ten feet away from them, close enough that they could see his face clearly in the crystal light. His features were completely human, unremarkable except for eyes that held depths suggesting far more experience than his apparent age.

“My name is Arthur Kaine, and I was there when your ancestors first discovered the void energy that changed everything. I was one of eight people exposed to power beyond human comprehension, and I watched as seven of them immediately began planning how to use that power to rule everyone else.”

His voice remained steady and controlled, but Noah could hear centuries of carefully contained anger beneath the surface.

“The other seven manifested their abilities immediately—flashy, obvious displays of strength that made them feel like gods walking among mortals. I showed nothing, so they assumed I was unchanged, harmless. They included me in their planning sessions because they thought I posed no threat.”

Noah noticed that shadows throughout the chamber were starting to move in subtle ways that had nothing to do with the crystal lighting.

“For months, I listened to them debate how they would reshape the world. Which territories they would claim, which populations they would rule, how they would structure their new divine hierarchy. They spoke about normal humans like livestock, resources to be managed and exploited for the greater good.”

Lucas took a half-step forward, electricity building visibly around him. “So you tried to stop them.”

“I tried to reason with them,” Arthur replied. “I pointed out that power without wisdom leads to tyranny, that they had no right to rule people just because they’d been changed by cosmic accident. Do you know what they told me?”

He paused, and for the first time, his controlled composure showed cracks. Not with rage, but with something that looked like old pain.

“They told me that someone had to provide leadership, that normal humans were too primitive to govern themselves effectively, and that it was their moral responsibility to provide guidance. They convinced themselves that conquest was compassion, that tyranny was order, that their rule was a gift to humanity.”

Noah was beginning to understand why the original seven had feared this man. Not just because of his abilities, but because he’d seen through their justifications from the very beginning.

“Then came the day Leviticus decided he wanted more than just political power,” Arthur continued, his voice dropping to something colder. “He wanted my wife, Maive. And when I refused to hand her over like she was property to be redistributed among the new gods, he simply took her.”

The shadows in the chamber were definitely moving now, flowing along walls and floor in patterns that suggested barely controlled power.

“I found them in what had been our home. He was explaining to her how much better her life would be as the companion of someone with real power, someone who could provide the luxury and status she deserved. She was crying, begging him to let her come back to me, to let things return to the way they were.”

Arthur’s voice remained level, but the temperature in the chamber seemed to drop.

“That’s when my abilities finally revealed themselves. In that moment of absolute fury and betrayal, I discovered what I really was. Not just someone with power, but someone with authority over power itself. I could take Leviticus’s abilities, copy them, enhance them, and turn them against him.”

Lucas was rigid with tension, lightning crackling more visibly around his entire body. “What did you do?”

“I beat him senseless with his own stolen strength,” Arthur said simply. “I used his enhanced powers to stay ahead of his attempts to escape, his own abilities turned against him in ways he’d never imagined. And when Maive begged me to stop, when she pleaded with me to show mercy, I listened to her.”

He looked directly at Lucas, his expression carrying disappointment that seemed personal.

“That was my mistake. Showing mercy to someone who had shown me none. Because while I was helping Maive pack her belongings so we could leave that cursed place forever, Leviticus was sending messages to the others, calling for help, painting me as a dangerous madman who needed to be stopped.”

The shadows were moving faster now, creating patterns that seemed almost alive. Noah’s combat instincts were starting to activate, but he forced himself to remain still and listen.

“They came for me that same night,” Arthur continued. “All seven of them, coordinated and prepared. They’d spent hours planning exactly how to neutralize someone whose abilities they didn’t understand. And they brought Maive with them, as leverage.”

His composure was starting to fracture as centuries of buried rage began seeping through.

“They told me I was dangerous, that my power was too great to be trusted, that the safety of humanity required my removal. They offered me a choice—come quietly and accept exile to some distant world, or watch Maive die in front of me.”

Noah felt his stomach drop as he realized where this was heading. “You went with them.”

“I went with them,” Arthur confirmed, his voice thick with old regret. “Because I believed that people I’d called friends for years wouldn’t actually murder an innocent woman to achieve their goals. Because I thought there were still lines they wouldn’t cross, still principles they wouldn’t abandon.”

The shadows were swirling now, creating vortexes around the chamber’s columns. The crystal lights were flickering, as if their energy was being drawn away.

“They led me to a chamber they’d prepared deep underground—a tomb lined with a strange material they’d discovered was designed to contain void energy. And as they sealed the entrance, Ares looked me in the eye and said, ‘This is for the greater good, Arthur. History will understand, even if you don’t.'”

The pain in Arthur’s voice was raw now, no longer hidden behind calm facades or philosophical distance.

“I spent three days in complete darkness before I realized Maive wasn’t coming to rescue me. Three weeks before I understood that no one was coming at all. Three months before I accepted that they’d left me there to die alone, forgotten, while they went on to build their empires on the foundation of my grave.”

Lucas’s electricity was forming visible arcs between his fingers, but his expression had changed from simple anger to something more complicated.

“How did you survive?”

“Necessity,” Arthur said simply. “When you’re dying in absolute darkness with nothing but your rage to sustain you, you discover capabilities you never knew you possessed. I learned to absorb energy from the very materials they’d used to imprison me. I learned to sustain myself on hatred itself, to draw strength from the injustice that had been done to me.”

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