Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 34: Summoner Ashen will capture the legendary Summoner

The Beast Summons class had continued a while longer, with Professor Goldrics taking the lead in dissecting the battle that had just unfolded.

Despite not being one of the actual participants in the match, he had a remarkable talent for storytelling. It felt as though he had been both combatants himself, narrating every exchange with precision and passion. His experience as a Summoner clearly spoke for itself, commanding the attention of every student present.

He meticulously analyzed the difference between the two summons, comparing their styles of combat and identifying the crucial moments that had led to Andre’s defeat. It wasn’t just a critique; it was a lesson cloaked in commentary.

The professor didn’t stop there. He transitioned smoothly into training philosophies, urging the students to take their bond with their summons more seriously.

"Kairos’ summon fought the way it did because of how Kairos influenced it," he explained, his tone calm yet laced with authority. "I want you all to take a lesson from this battle—the true strength of a summon lies in the intellect of its summoner. No amount of brute force will ever be terrifying unless it’s wielded with intent. Remember that."

As he glanced at the watch strapped to his wrist, his bushy white brows arched in exaggerated alarm.

"Oh my, would you look at the time!" he said in his usual, slightly hysterical tone. "You’re all dismissed. Meet you in the next class!"

The students gradually began to gather their things, some talking amongst themselves while others moved toward the exit in silence. The energy in the room remained subdued, thoughts of the earlier battle lingering in the minds of many.

Kairos, as was typical of him, remained seated, waiting until most of the students had left. Only after the chatter had faded into the hallway did he finally rise and walk out of the classroom.

He decided to head back to his dorm room, hoping to find his friends there. The thought of meeting Carlos lifted his mood slightly—he was eager to continue their training, especially after how productive their last session had been.

Spending time with Carlos had become something of a highlight for Kairos, a part of his day he genuinely looked forward to. The bond between them, though still growing, had quickly turned into something meaningful.

That thought alone made him quicken his pace, a flicker of excitement pushing him forward.

But his haste didn’t last.

As he turned down a hallway, his eyes caught sight of something—someone—he couldn’t ignore.

Lina stood at the far end of the corridor, her gaze locked on him, one arm raised as she pointed directly at him. For a brief second, Kairos froze. Was she really calling him? freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

He waited, unsure.

But then her expression darkened, turning sharp and taunting. That confirmed it—she was definitely aiming for him.

He exhaled slowly, walking toward her with careful steps. One hand slid into his pocket, a small action meant to give himself a sense of calm.

When he finally reached her, he came to a stop just a few feet in front of her.

"I’m here. What do you want?"

Lina let out a low hiss of frustration, reaching into her back pocket. From it, she pulled out two paper foldings—aged and crinkled, the kind of letters most students never bothered to write anymore.

"I got one of these from a student," she said, her voice tense and aggressive. "So I beat the crap out of him and questioned him."

Kairos blinked, his brow furrowing. "So... you’re telling me a story about how you beat a guy just to end up with two letters instead of one?"

"No, idiot!" she snapped. "I found out the letter came from the second years. And when I worked him over, I learned they’ve been the ones causing chaos among the weaker first years. They sent this letter, with a map, inviting me to their base of operations."

Kairos gave a skeptical pout. "And why exactly should I care? Go beat them up, or were you hoping for some kind of... duo arc?" he teased, but the look on Lina’s face quickly sobered him up.

"There was a letter for you. Specifically. With the same guy. That’s why I’m here," Lina said coldly, handing him the second letter. "And unlike mine, yours is a lot more serious. Because they have one of your friends."

The air shifted. The careless smirk on Kairos’ face vanished in an instant.

He tore the letter open with urgency, eyes scanning every line with speed and intensity. It echoed most of what Lina had already told him—but then, in the middle, came the line that chilled his blood:

"We have your friend, Darnell. You must follow the map on this letter immediately after your classes. If you fail to arrive before midnight, or involve any teachers, your friend will be killed. Instantly. And no, we won’t take the blame."

Kairos’ hands clenched the letter tightly, rage boiling in his chest. His thoughts churned in turmoil.

So that’s why Darnell came back wounded every night... Why didn’t he say anything?

Why had Darnell hidden this? Why had he borne such torment alone?

"Let’s go," Kairos’ voice came out low, cold, and dangerous. His usual composure was shattered, and even his shadow wolf growled from within him.

[I’ll murder those who dared lay a hand on my master’s puppet.]

Lina watched him, surprised. The boy who was supposed to be a nobody—without status, affiliation, or reputation—suddenly held himself like someone... important.

"Okay. We better hurry then," she said, following beside him. But in her mind, a question lingered—could Kairos truly back up that intensity? This was the second years they were going up against, after all.

Meanwhile...

Darnell was barely conscious, tied up against a thick wooden pillar that rose from the ground and stabbed into the stadium’s roof like a grotesque monument. His body was mangled—his joints twisted in unnatural directions, blood dripping from cuts along his face. His Academy uniform had soaked into a deep crimson.

Pain throbbed through every inch of him. Even the act of breathing caused his chest to twitch, his lungs aching from the effort. Every attempt to move was met with another wave of agony.

He had been dragged here, overwhelmed by the strength of his attackers. Now he was nothing more than a broken figure, left to suffer under Ashen Ronvale’s twisted sense of theatrics.

Ashen approached him, his lips curled into that same cruel grin that had haunted Darnell for hours now.

He stood before him, letting out a long mocking laugh before spitting at his feet.

"I’ll put your friend, Kairos, against a legendary summon wielder from the second years," Ashen sneered. "And when he’s crushed, I’ll have him face Lina. She’s the strongest summoner of your year—and he won’t be able to lay a finger on her without starting a war with her faction."

Ashen turned away, eyes flicking toward the stands in the upper parts of the stadium.

There, more first years were seated—bruised, intimidated, and clearly coerced into being there. Some had been forced to fight their friends and bring them here. Others had been beaten into submission.

Now they were forced spectators to Darnell’s suffering.

Ashen’s voice rang loud in the arena.

"They will all watch what happens to defiance! They’ll learn that only true power is respected in this world!"

He laughed again, arms stretched wide like a performer on stage.

His plan was already in motion.

And in his mind... the finale was going to be perfect.