SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

The battle between Daveon and the demon continued with as much ferocity as the first clash, each clash of claw and blade echoing across the barren wasteland.

The demon, a peak Grade Six creature, moved with a speed and precision that belied its monstrous form. Its claws slashed through the air in wide arcs, each strike aiming to tear Daveon apart.

Daveon dodged the strikes narrowly, his movements quick but measured. His twin daggers flashed in the harsh sunlight, deflecting blows with a sharp metallic clang.

Sparks flew as the demon's claws scraped against his blades, and Daveon used the momentum of the impacts to twist and reposition himself.

At first glance, it seemed like Daveon was struggling, barely keeping up with the demon's relentless assault.

The others, watching from a safe distance, noticed the tension in his movements and the sweat dripping down his face.

"Is he having trouble?" Anaya asked, her voice laced with concern.

"No," Damon said with a smirk, leaning back on his elbows. "While it seems like that, it's only because he's setting it up."

Miss Leana nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing as she studied Daveon's movements. "He's trying to guide the demon into a pattern. Look closely—he's not just dodging."

Indeed, Daveon's movements were deliberate, his dodges and parries designed not only to evade but to manipulate. He seemed to anticipate the demon's every move, stepping just out of range of its claws and forcing it to overextend.

The demon growled in frustration, its attacks becoming more predictable as it tried to overpower him.

Each time it lunged, Daveon responded with a quick slash or stab, drawing shallow cuts across its thick hide. Black blood dripped from the demon's wounds, but it pressed on, driven by rage.

"Miss Leana stated that demons are intelligent but you're not very smart, are you?" Daveon muttered under his breath, sidestepping another lunge.

The demon snarled, spinning around to swipe at him with both claws. Daveon ducked low, his daggers flashing as he slashed across its exposed midsection.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Kareeeii!!

The creature roared in pain, stumbling back as blood poured from the fresh wound.

Daveon didn't let up. He pressed his advantage, his movements now faster and more aggressive.

With each strike, he forced the demon further onto the defensive, its attacks growing more desperate and less effective.

The others watched in silence, their eyes glued to the battle. Damon leaned forward slightly, a grin spreading across his face. "He's got it dancing to his tune now."

Anaya frowned, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the fight. "But why didn't he just finish it earlier?"

"He's learning," Leana said simply. "Daveon isn't just fighting to win—he's figuring out how the demon fights so he can counter it better next time."

The battle continued, the demon's roars growing weaker as its movements slowed. Daveon's strikes became more precise, each one targeting vulnerable spots on the creature's body.

He slashed at its legs, forcing it to stumble, then struck at its arms, severing tendons and limiting its range of motion.

The demon lashed out wildly, its claws missing by inches as Daveon darted in and out of range.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, he drove one of his daggers into the creature's shoulder, pinning it in place. The demon screeched, thrashing in pain, but Daveon didn't stop.

He leapt onto its back, his movements swift and controlled. His second dagger sliced into the demon's neck, cutting deep into the flesh. The creature bucked and flailed, trying to throw him off, but Daveon held on, his grip unyielding.

With a final, brutal motion, he drove both daggers into the sides of the demon's neck. Blood gushed from the wounds as he twisted the blades, severing vital arteries.

Kareeeii!!

The demon let out one last guttural roar before collapsing to the ground, its lifeless body twitching once before going still.

Daveon stood over the fallen creature, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He pulled his daggers free, wiping the black blood off on the demon's hide before sheathing them. Stay connected through empire

"Well?" he called out to the others, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Who's next?"

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Meanwhile, in the capital of Asphade...

In the open training field of the royal castle, over a thousand soldiers stood in disciplined rows, their armor gleaming under the midday sun.

The atmosphere was full of manliness despite the underlying current of anxiety as General Rhaegor addressed them, his commanding presence impossible to ignore.

"Listen closely," Rhaegor began, his voice carrying across the field with the weight of authority. "You have been chosen for a critical mission. The demons have shown us their capability to strike without warning, and it is our duty to ensure that such an attack never happens again."

He began pacing in front of the gathered troops, his hands clasped behind his back. "You will be deployed to towns and cities across the kingdom. Some of you will remain as visible protectors, reassuring the citizens and deterring potential threats. Others will blend in—merchants, farmers, travelers—ready to act the moment danger arises."

The soldiers stood at attention, their expressions a mix of determination and unease. Rhaegor's piercing gaze swept over them, ensuring his words sank in.

"You are not just warriors," he continued, his voice rising. "You are the shield that protects this kingdom. The wall that stands between our people and annihilation. Failure is not an option."

As he spoke, a messenger approached, his uniform dusty from travel. Clutched in his hand was an envelope sealed with the insignia of a distant city.

"General Rhaegor!" the messenger called out, his voice urgent.

Rhaegor turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as the messenger reached him and saluted. "What is it?"

The messenger held out the envelope, his tone grave. "A letter from Ryedale, sir. It's marked as urgent."

Rhaegor took the envelope, breaking the seal with a practiced motion. As his eyes scanned the contents, his expression darkened. The soldiers closest to him exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shift in his demeanor.

"What does it say, sir?" one of his captains ventured.

Rhaegor folded the letter, his jaw tightening. "It seems like the attack on Eldham wasn't the first of the demon's attack. A town named Westmont experienced something similar a few days ago."

General Rhaegor turned away from the others and began walking toward the royal chambers. "The King must hear about this."