Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 107: summoners war 6 Things go to hell

The mighty Nyxaris stood before the white door with bold, clear letters that read Infirmary. Its obsidian claws flexed in anticipation, recalling the command Ravin had given earlier:

Kill the main nurse so that no one would be able to get healed properly during the attack.

A low, guttural growl escaped its throat as it pressed a claw against the door, and in a deep, resonating voice, it declared:

"Kill all that’s alive."

Without hesitation, two massive figures lunged forward from behind the Nyxaris. They smashed through the infirmary walls like living battering rams, their monstrous weight and force sending fragments of debris scattering across the room. A deafening crash echoed as holes erupted in the walls, dust and twisted metal flying in all directions.

The two Abyssal Ranked Beasts prowled forward on all fours. Though they resembled hounds in structure, they were far more grotesque—hulking masses of muscle and sinew, faceless, with pulsing skin and claws that dug into the tiles beneath them. They paused, each tilting its blank head toward the air, sniffing—searching for a scent.

But there was nothing.

Their target had been clever.

Silver had anticipated the possibility of being tracked and had sprayed disinfectant and sanitizer across the infirmary, masking her scent. It was only a temporary fix, but one that bought her precious time.

Still, these were Abyssal Ranked Beasts, trained and bred to adapt. It didn’t take long before they picked up a distorted trace—faint, buried under the chemical haze. They snarled and leapt in unison at one of the work tables, smashing it into splinters.

But they were wrong.

Silver was no longer at her table.

Instead, she crouched near the back exit of the infirmary, beside a reinforced door that led to the secure medical vault—a room where Mike had once been confined. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow bursts, but she forced herself to cover her mouth. Her heart thudded violently in her chest, and every sound made her eyes dart in terror.

Where do I go? What do I do? The thoughts came crashing all at once, flooding her mind with panic.

She forced herself to focus and reached for the keypad beside the secure door. Her fingers trembled as she typed in the passcode. Once... twice... a third time.

Nothing.

Her stomach dropped.

The fourth attempt failed.

A jolt of dread surged through her body, and she staggered back from the door. Her thoughts spiraled—Was the lock sabotaged? Had someone changed the code? Or was this just a trap from some high rank official in the academy working for the Nyxaris...

There was no time to ponder.

The sounds of destruction grew louder. Tables splintered under pressure. Beds were flipped and torn apart. The beasts were getting closer.

In a nearby VIP room, a wounded student stirred, annoyed by the noise. Thinking it was just another argument between rowdy students, he climbed out of bed. He was tall, proud, and slightly arrogant, still convinced the world revolved around him.

His expression was one of irritation as he flung open the door, ready to berate whoever dared to interrupt his beauty sleep.

But what greeted him froze the blood in his veins.

A monstrous black-blue creature lunged from the shadows, a blur of muscle and fang. His mouth opened to scream—

"AHHHNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

—but it was too late.

The beast sank its jagged fangs into his throat with a sickening crunch. His scream was cut short as his head was wrenched from his shoulders, his body collapsing lifelessly to the bloodstained floor.

Outside, the air was filled with the sound of ripping flesh and the sharp, wet thuds of muscle against tile.

Silver flinched.

Her entire body trembled as she tucked herself into the corner of the room, pulling her legs tightly to her chest. She was a healer, a support. Not a warrior. Not a fighter. She had no core weapon. Her room was sealed. No help would come.

And yet... she had to survive.

The Abyssal Beasts were one thing, but the real terror stood behind them—the Nyxaris.

As her eyes darted around, desperate for a solution, her hand brushed against something in her trouser pocket. Her phone.

Of course... How could she have forgotten?

Hope surged through her veins as she fumbled to pull it out. She unlocked the screen and immediately opened her contacts. Fex was the first name she saw.

But she hesitated.

He won’t be on time... not this time.

She scrolled fast, her fingers trembling. Then—Lloyd.

She dialed.

It rang once... twice...

No answer.

She called again. And again.

Still nothing.

Her hands began to shake. Her heart threatened to stop.

Then she remembered—Goldrics. He had stayed behind at the academy. He hadn’t joined the others for the festival.

He was perfect.

With a surge of adrenaline, she dialed his number.

It rang only once before a voice answered.

"Hello—"

"Goldrics, it’s Silver, I need your help! There are two Abyssal Ranked Beasts and a Nyxaris here! I need your help—please come—"

Her voice tumbled over itself, fast and frantic. When she stopped, her breath caught in her throat, waiting for his response.

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"I’m already here, Doctor—"

Her eyes widened. That voice...

She looked up.

Standing before her, holding her phone in its clawed hand, was the Nyxaris.

The creature had mimicked Goldrics’ voice. It had lured her into giving away her position.

Her body froze as the two Abyssal Beasts returned to its side, their blank faces pointed toward her. The Nyxaris crushed the phone in its claw, shards falling to the blood-slicked floor.

With a smirk on its faceless head, it spoke again:

"How tiring... to believe you humans still fall for our ability to change voices."

It stepped closer.

Silver could barely breathe. Her legs refused to move. Panic clawed at her mind like a wild animal.

I’m going to die.

But then something clicked inside her.

No.

If this was the end, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Her hands came together in a swift motion, and white smoke spiraled beneath her. The air shimmered, and a burst of radiant light filled the room as a man-sized summon erupted from the ground—a phoenix, majestic and blazing, with four glowing wings spread wide.

The Nyxaris tilted its head, amused.

"What’s this? A non-combatant summon?"

His voice dripped with mockery.

"In that case... let’s finish up, shall we?"

But Silver’s eyes burned with resolve. Her body trembled, but her heart remained still.

If this was the last thing she did, she would take them all down with her.

Meanwhile;

Fex sat alone in one of the many stalls owned by a traveling merchant who had recently set up within the academy grounds. With a relaxed sigh, he leaned back, letting the warm evening breeze brush against his skin as he took another long sip from a bottle of ale—perhaps the finest he had ever tasted in his life.

It was sweet, but not overly so. The drink held a deep strength beneath its smoothness, something that crept up slowly and left a pleasant fire in his chest.

He couldn’t help himself. After that first taste, he’d purchased three more bottles without a second thought.

There was something dangerously appealing about it. The way it made the world feel distant and manageable. Like everything was just a dream floating in time.

And now, another bottle was already empty.

"A bottle of alcohol is always the best," he chuckled, raising the empty container with a grin as he waved toward the merchant still tending the counter. "One more bottle, please."

The merchant—clearly excited by this new, generous customer—smiled widely and turned to retrieve another bottle without hesitation.

Fex’s fingers were already twitching with anticipation, ready to uncork the fresh one. But just as his hand gripped the neck of the bottle, something caught his eye.

A boy was sprinting through the market path, panting heavily. On his back, he carried a girl—limp, barely conscious, arms hanging. His feet scraped against the paved walkway as he struggled to keep balance.

Fex blinked.

They looked familiar.

Too familiar.

He squinted through the buzzing haze in his head. The boy... Kairos. The girl... Kaela. Both students under his tutelage.

His brow furrowed.

Why was Kairos carrying her like that?

Why did he look so desperate?

Fex instinctively moved to rise, to call out to them—but the alcohol tangled around his limbs and tied his tongue. He groaned, sinking back into the seat, hands pressing against the stall table.

His instincts screamed.

But he didn’t listen. Not yet.

He kept watching, following their path as they darted between the stalls and disappeared from sight. But just as the two vanished beyond the corner of the merchant row, something even stranger pulled at his attention.

Three men emerged moments later, sprinting after them. They were too far to make out clearly, but their pace was undeniable—chasing, not following.

Then came another pair. Then a group of four. Then more—each set appearing from different directions but converging in the same direction Kairos had gone.

Fex’s buzzed mind slowly pieced the sight together, and dread crawled into his veins.

They were being hunted.

And it wasn’t by mere thugs.

His eyes, though heavy, were still sharp. He spotted the intricate crest of the Thorne family stitched onto some of the pursuers’ cloaks. Others bore the unmistakable insignia of military-grade watches on their wrists.

His heart thudded once. Twice. Harder.

"Kairos... what have you done?"

The words left him in a breathless whisper.

He shoved his chair back and staggered to his feet. His boots clumsily scraped the ground as he hurried forward, bottle abandoned, stall forgotten.

He pushed past the merchant, ignoring the call behind him. His feet moved fast, but they didn’t carry him with the same grace as they once did.

He wasn’t going to make it in time.

Deep down, he knew that.

By the time he caught up—if he even could—the deed would already be done.