SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

The world around Damien was ethereal, a place unlike anything he had ever seen before. He stood still, taking in the vast expanse that stretched before him.

The scenery was breathtaking, like a piece of heaven itself, yet it carried a haunting sense of abandonment.

The massive pillars lining the space were cracked, some broken in half, their remnants scattered across the ground. The light was omnipresent, bathing everything in a soft glow, yet there was no discernible source. No sun, no stars, nothing.

If he had to describe it in a single word, “heavenly” would be his choice. But even that seemed insufficient. It was a contradiction—a ruin of heaven, a place of beauty tarnished by decay. The sheer density of magic essence in the air was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was so concentrated it resembled a visible fog, drifting lazily around him.

Damien blinked and took a step forward, the soft crunch of debris beneath his boots echoing in the eerie silence. “Where am I?” he muttered to himself, his voice sounding foreign in the vast emptiness.

He paused, realizing something odd. Despite knowing he was dreaming, he could think clearly. He could move with intention.

Dreams were never this lucid, and the level of control he had over himself was unsettling. “This isn’t a dream,” he said quietly. “It’s something else.”

The solitude of the place pressed down on him. For all its vastness and beauty, the absence of life made it feel hollow.

The overwhelming quiet was broken only by his own breathing, his own footsteps. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it—a shadow darting behind one of the half-standing pillars.

Damien froze, his body instinctively tensing. His mind raced. ‘I’m not alone.’

“Summon Fenrir.” He murmured as he raised his hand and focused, summoning Fenrir. The towering Monstrous Wolf materialized by his side, its presence grounding him.

Fenrir’s pure white fur shimmered faintly in the glow of the space, and its eyes glinted with awareness as it scanned the area.

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Damien exhaled slowly. If this was a dream, the summoning wouldn’t have worked. Yet here Fenrir stood, just as real and imposing as ever. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. “Where am I?” he asked aloud, his voice steadier now.

Fenrir let out a low growl, its ears perked and its body poised. It had sensed the shadow as well.

“Let’s go,” Damien said, his tone firm. He started toward the pillar where the shadow had disappeared, his fists clenched. He didn’t have his sword with him, but if it came to a fight, he was ready for hand-to-hand combat.

As they approached the pillar, Damien slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing. He peered around the corner cautiously, his breath held. But there was nothing there. The space behind the pillar was empty.

A flicker of movement caught his attention again—a shadow darting to another pillar further away. The shape was the same, resembling that of an animal, though he couldn’t make out any clear details.

Damien clicked his tongue. “It’s toying with us.”

Fenrir let out a soft growl, its gaze locked onto the new target. Together, they advanced toward the next pillar, Damien’s footsteps echoing faintly in the stillness.

The closer they got, the more his frustration simmered beneath the surface. He rounded the second pillar swiftly, expecting to catch the shadow off guard.

Nothing.

The empty space greeted him again, mocking his efforts.

Another shadow appeared in the distance, its movements smooth and deliberate, as though it was leading him somewhere.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Damien muttered.

Fenrir huffed in agreement, its sharp eyes never leaving the shadow.

Determined to uncover the truth, Damien trudged toward the third pillar. His movements were slower this time, more deliberate, as though hoping to catch the shadow by surprise. As he rounded the pillar, his eyes widened.

A small, scruffy cat sat on the ground, lazily scratching its face with a paw.

Damien blinked in disbelief. “A cat?”

The animal meowed softly, its large eyes meeting his before it scampered away into the mist.

Damien stood still for a moment, his hands on his hips. “All this for a stray cat?” he muttered, his tone dripping with annoyance.

Fenrir, however, didn’t seem convinced. It remained alert, its gaze fixed on something beyond the mist.

Before Damien could say anything else, another shadow appeared—this time closer than before.

The shape was the same, and its movements were eerily deliberate, as if it were waiting for him to follow.

Damien clenched his jaw, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Alright, let’s see what’s really going on here.”

With Fenrir by his side, he started toward the fourth shadow. His steps were quicker now, his patience wearing thin. Whatever game this was, he was determined to end it.

As he approached the next pillar, the shadow disappeared once again, vanishing into the thick fog. But this time, Damien felt a faint presence lingering in the air. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there.

“Something’s here,” he said quietly, his eyes scanning the area.

Fenrir growled lowly, its hackles rising as it turned its head toward the source of the presence. Damien followed the wolf’s gaze, his senses on high alert.

The mist ahead began to shift, swirling unnaturally as if something was moving within it. Damien took a cautious step forward, his fists tightening. The oppressive silence seemed to deepen, each second stretching endlessly.

“Show yourself,” Damien called out, his voice firm and commanding.

For a moment, there was nothing. Then, from the depths of the mist, a figure began to emerge. It moved slowly, its form indistinct at first. But as it drew closer, its outline became clearer—a humanoid figure cloaked in shadows, its features obscured.

Damien’s breath caught in his throat. The figure radiated an aura that was both overwhelming and familiar, a strange mix of power and mystery.

Fenrir growled louder, stepping protectively in front of Damien.

“What are you?” Damien demanded, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his chest.

The figure paused, its head tilting slightly as if studying him. Then, without a word, it raised a hand and pointed toward the horizon, where the mist was thickest.

Damien frowned, unsure of what the gesture meant. “You want me to go there?” he asked, his tone wary.

The figure didn’t respond. Instead, it began to dissolve, its form melting into the fog until it was gone entirely.

Damien stood in silence, his mind racing. Whatever this place was, it clearly had more to it than he understood.

“Let’s go, Fenrir,” he said finally, his gaze fixed on the direction the figure had pointed.