[{"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-394":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},1326995,1762,"Chapter 394: Dealing With The Aftermath","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-394",394,"\u003Cp>In the aftermath of rampage and fire, only the echoes remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn reappeared before the sealed gates of the central core—his long white coat and hair fluttering gently despite the still air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the shimmer of recently displaced space slowly faded, it’s almost nonexistent presence reminding him that Veyra had managed to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mallet and needle-like tools still rested in his hands, both now dark and inert. Their work had been done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one last look at the massive vault door. Now restored and radiating gentle waves of energy, it pulsed with stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repair wasn’t complete—not entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed one hand on the seal, closed his eyes, and offered it a stream of pure essence. Not as an attack, not as an anchor, but as recognition. A final command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return to slumber.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes flared one last time before receding into stillness. The danger to the heart of the academy had passed—for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn stepped away from the vault, exhaling deeply. He could already feel his reserves thinning. Even for someone of his rank, stabilizing a spatially-anchored core layered with ancient protections was no trivial task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t complain. His own essence core was already working to fill itself up once again, sucking in essence from the atmosphere like an imperceptible black hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn’s mind was already turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about this still didn’t add up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the aftermath of Dead Calm cause by Dean Oryll, the wind returned to the charred battlefield like a whispered apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Oryll straightened slowly, eyes narrowing as the bodies of the transformed infiltrators crumbled into ash. His spell—Dead Calm—had performed perfectly. Just as he’d intended for it to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie silence left behind made the massacre feel almost sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oryll wasn’t interested in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was Veyra’s angle? The explosion earlier—an attempt to break the vault? Or perhaps just to kill whoever was guarding it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she expected Godsthorn to be absent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had she wanted to lure him there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions. Always more questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a communication orb and contacted the Sub Dean of ElderGlow. \"Status?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm, static-lined voice replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stable. Our path has been cleared. Razel and Elias neutralized their targets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll grunted. \"Good. Stay sharp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled lazily from the ground as Razel Acheon wiped demon blood off his knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once pristine robes were now stained, torn at the sleeves, and flecked with grime. Beside him, Elias Verdan leaned against a broken wall, breathing heavily but still composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last of the enemy forces lay scattered across the rocky plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ambush had failed spectacularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s... the last of them,\" Elias said, exhaling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razel glanced toward the faint outline of the western core’s concealed entrance. Still untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. \"For now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d stopped the worst of it here, but Elias could feel it—a deeper current behind all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that unsettled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back to the central building?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razel nodded again. \"Let’s regroup with the others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, a flicker of something unseen followed them from the rooftops. A wisp of shadow trailing behind their steps, unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside of the various dorms and buildings, the students were restless. They couldn’t rest. Not after what they’d just witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the students had been forced back into their dormitories under strict orders from the Sub Dean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some obeyed out of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some obeyed out of habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And others... simply watched from their windows, eyes wide as flashes of fire, wind, and darkness illuminated the night outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One such student was Damon Terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood beside the large, arched window in their upper dormitory, arms folded, brow furrowed. His silver hair shimmered in the dim glow of the emergency lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Anaya, arms wrapped around her middle, asked quietly, \"Is this... normal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon didn’t respond right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, he said, \"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced up at the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever this is... it’s big. Too big.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While chaos had scorched the southern and western borders, the northern side remained quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Terrace, still seated lotus-style, opened his eyes and looked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt it. Not with his senses. But something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm here wasn’t mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that pause, something ancient and unfamiliar began to awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose to his feet slowly, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn returned to his study chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers still pulsed faintly with the aftermath of core repair, and his white robes were dull from magical discharge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his expression was sharp as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned a projection orb, reaching out mentally to Oryll, Koven, and Lord Terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need a moment of your time,\" he said when they each responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all appeared in the orb one by one, their expressions mirroring his own: tension barely hidden beneath practiced calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was trying to get into the central core,\" Godsthorn said. \"But she left before I could confront her properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She snapped her fingers right before disappearing,\" He added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s probably what triggered the transformation of those that came with her,\" Oryll confirmed. \"The moment it happened, they turned into... things. Demonic, almost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suspect that snap was a trigger seal,\" Godsthorn murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we should hunt her down before she completes whatever she’s started,\" Koven said. \"What was she after? Do you know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Godsthorn paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand hovered over his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an idea. A theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t ready to voice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until he was sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll look into it,\" he finally said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And until then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn looked out the window. \"Until then, we lock the academy down. No one leaves. No one enters. Not even with clearance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back toward the vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But we still need to do something about the barrier keeping us locked in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... something flickered behind his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pattern. A memory. A symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His frown deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen it—somewhere in the core’s inner seals. A mark far too ancient. One that existed before even his birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave the barrier to me.\" Lord Terrace responded from his end.\u003C\u002Fp>",1043,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","ebcf7a6cf33b5e6601b1bdefeebe23ccfae390ba99558581342b0a04a0a24284","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-395","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-393",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]