[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical-":3,"chapter-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-387":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1326988,1762,"Chapter 387: Night Seige","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-387",387,"\u003Cp>Just as Razel shouted, \"She’s activating something!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint glow flared at the base of her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magic circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engraved. Hidden under her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse of raw magic exploded outward — not destructive, but disruptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic circles collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Control wards shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other prisoners howled — momentarily freed from the pressure aura from Dean Godsthorn that was suppressing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias was already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razel faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the smoke cleared, two of the remaining four had been restrained again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lay twitching on the ground, his magic circle having failed to fully trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She self-detonated to trigger a backlash chain,\" Oryll growled, voice unusually cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn gritted his teeth. \"They’ve planned this far more deeply than we thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were ready to die,\" Razel said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias stepped over the scorched mark where the woman had been. His expression was cold. Analytical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... they were ready to sacrifice others.\" He looked at Godsthorn. \"They wanted at least one of them to get loose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dean cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a moment, no one said anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Lord Terrace murmured, \"Then we better catch him fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where would he go?\" Razel asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already forming spatial glyphs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every corridor, every dorm, every damn stairwell in this quadrant is under curfew. Students should all be in their rooms. No staff permitted outside without clearance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias’s voice cut in, sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then he’ll head for the central archive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" Razel asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because the central archive isn’t under alert. It’s magically sealed, not guard-sealed. If he can break the lower locks, he can reach the outer vault levels — not the core vault, but the side repositories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s information in those side vaults. About the original design of the academy wards. About ancient relics used in the foundation runes. And even about forbidden spells sealed away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which means if he’s after structural control...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then he’ll go there,\" Elias finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn gave a short, sharp nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Razel. Elias. Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Terrace stepped forward. \"I’ll sweep the outer rim with a clairvoyant array. We’ll trap him inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be fast,\" the Dean warned. \"We’re not the only ones who noticed the activation spike. If there are others waiting to move, this may have been the signal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that thought...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the worst one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard had quieted, but the air refused to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange, almost electric pressure pressed down upon those within the sealed portion of the academy — not from the spatial field, but from something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Dean Godsthorn felt it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, half a heartbeat later, Dean Oryll turned his head to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t need to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d both sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Veyra of Thornevale Academy — recently departed with her entire participants and student body, claiming prior obligations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here she was again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not arriving in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No cloaking her mana signature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d returned with intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she wasn’t alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s in the teleportation array chamber,\" Godsthorn murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll’s face had twisted, not in surprise — but disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teleportation is locked out from leaving the barrier,\" he said. \"But apparently not from entering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That confirms the field was designed to trap, not isolate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn’s voice dropped a register.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or maybe she does have a way in. Maybe the field was designed to isolate us. No one could enter or leave except her. Through a key or something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More presences began appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razel and Elias were still in pursuit of the escaped infiltrator, but even at this distance, they’d feel it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, strong magic essence signatures flared across the sealed area like flint sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three. Five. Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some faint, some overwhelming. But all of them carried an unmistakable presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold-ranked. Platinum-ranked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mercenaries? Possibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunters? Perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Godsthorn’s instincts told him something darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re not just entering,\" Oryll growled. \"They’re declaring themselves. Announcing their presence like they’re preparing for a battle or something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of the new arrivals had let their aura bloom. Not aggressively, but blatantly. Like flags hoisted high on a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A show of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn took a breath. His white hair shifted slightly in the breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he walked toward Oryll, stopping at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come with me,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To the array room?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" Oryll asked, even though he already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn’s tone was tired, but edged with steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because we’re going to ask her why she’s returned,\" he said. \"Even though we both probably already know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They vanished. Dean Godsthorn just placed his hand on Dean Oryll’s shoulder and in a second, they were gone from where they stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard flickered where they once stood, rippling as their spatial imprint scattered like petals in wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teleportation seal did not block intra-barrier movement. Only exits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perimeter that acted like a lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the barrier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A seasoned Spatial mage like Godsthorn could still move freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the courtyard, Lord Terrace remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood with his eyes half-lidded as the moonlight traced the contours of his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razel and Elias were off hunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn and Oryll were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the orbs...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were his responsibility now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down at the sealed tray, the hum of magic essence still echoing gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped the tray into his Void Key, fingers deft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with a quiet grunt, sat lotus-style on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone beneath him did not crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it felt like it should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Terrace closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to meditate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His magic essence, normally compressed and folded within the depths of his soul, began to unravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it started slightly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet wind stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But real to anyone near enough to feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had anyone remained nearby, they would’ve sensed it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stirring of a sword will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cast. Not drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But being felt. Humming gently as though trying to touch a realm yet untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of pressure that came from someone who had once cleaved through an entire battlefield alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now simply waited to do it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Teleportation Array Room was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from magic. But by design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Circular. Stone walls etched with channels of glowing sigils. Teleportation circles layered with spatial runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn and Oryll arrived with a shimmer of air — not flashy, but unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards who should’ve been mounted at the array room were missing. To be precise, they were missing body parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been scattered across the room in a gory way that it would be hard to identify who owned which part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they both observed all of this, they weren’t surprised to see the one waiting for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Veyra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood tall in dark green robes, shoulders broad, cloak trailing behind her like falling ivy. Her hair had streaks of iron-gray at the temple, and her lips curled upward the moment she saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if she’d been expecting company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her stood four others. Faces unfamiliar. Aura very familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-ranking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn and Oryll stopped ten paces away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dean Veyra,\" Godsthorn said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look tired, Garen,\" she replied, voice soft. Smooth. \"Long night?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was referring to Dean Oryll by his last name, a name no one called him. She was subtly being disrespectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll snorted. \"You could say that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head. \"I heard the barrier activated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interesting,\" Godsthorn said. \"Considering you shouldn’t be able to enter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m resourceful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You took your entire academy staff and student body with you mere hours before this occurred.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised a brow. \"Coincidence, surely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you take me for a fool?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" she said softly, \"I take you for a man with questions. Which means you’re still useful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll bristled. \"You’ll want to rephrase that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not to stop Oryll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To signal silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you here, Veyra?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled again. \"To observe. And to offer... perspective.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You expect us to believe this isn’t your doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I expect nothing from you, Garen.\" She turned slightly. \"But you should know — others are watching too. From beyond the Shirefort. Beyond our continent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn’s gaze narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who?\" Although he could guess, he refused to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she gestured toward the teleportation array runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re not sealed. Because I hold one of the three anchor codes. You should ask yourself why that is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn’s fingers clenched slowly behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been planning this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever \"this\" was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe not the lockdown. Maybe not the orbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her arrival was no coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those with her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not academy staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not registered warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were here for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll ask you once more,\" Godsthorn said, his voice low, heavy with gravity. \"Why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Veyra turned her back to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked slowly toward the center of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looked over her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because,\" she said, \"you’re not the only one with secrets buried in ElderGlow. I’ve been sent to retrieve something and I’m only doing my part so don’t interfere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1561,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","683ad57b4c6a1a9c88d10a0ba4068c16b48a5815e9da76f425c836fea5120f5d","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-388","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-386",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]