Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

The creature that emerged was nothing like the small companion Noah had first bonded with. This was an apex predator evolved to its prime form – a wyvern of impossible proportions.

Its wingspan stretched wider than a small dropship, each powerful beat leaving contrails of frost in the air. Scales blacker than deep space covered its form, absorbing light rather than reflecting it, making its true dimensions difficult to gauge. But where the scales overlapped at joints and along its spine, electric blue energy pulsed beneath, creating luminous channels that ran the length of its body like circuitry.

Storm's head was a masterpiece of lethal efficiency – angular and crowned with swept-back horns that curved like phase blades. Each scale along its jaw was edged in that same electric blue, creating a pattern that highlighted its savage beauty. Eyes gleamed like twin blue stars, pupilless and cold, scanning the landscape below with predatory focus.

The wyvern's long tail whipped behind it with perfect balance, ending in a broad, axe-like structure edged with crackling blue energy. With each movement, frost trailed from its wingtips and crystallized instantly in the air.

"Holy shit," Kelvin breathed, momentarily forgetting the controls as he stared at the monitor. "That's Storm? He's... he's magnificent!"

Sophie smacked his shoulder. "Focus, Kelvin! That 'magnificent' creature is about to get himself shot at by military-grade weapons!"

As if on cue, the defense turrets opened fire – synchronous beams of concentrated energy streaking toward the wyvern. Storm banked with impossible speed, his massive form displaying agility that defied physics. The defense system's targeting algorithms struggled to compensate, always firing where Storm had been moments before.

"He's faster than their tracking system," Kelvin noted, voice rising with inappropriate enthusiasm. "Do you know how fast he has to be moving to outpace a Mark VII defense grid? It's not even theoretically possible for organic life forms...right?!" He asked almost like a different opinion would matter to him at that point.

Noah ignored him, his eyes fixed on the creature he'd raised from a hatchling. "He's not attacking the installation. He's not interested in them at all."

Sophie frowned. "Then what—"

"The cores," Noah pointed to the far side of the complex where the main storage facility stood. "He can sense the energy. Military-grade cores for weapon systems—category threes and fours at minimum."

Storm had indeed locked onto the facility. The wyvern tucked its wings and dove, creating a visual phenomenon as air compressed around its form.

BOOOM!!!!

The very atmosphere seemed to shatter, leaving a vacuum trail that collapsed with thunderous force. One moment Storm was visible, the next he was merely a streak of black and blue moving faster than the eye could track.

"He's going supersonic!" Kelvin exclaimed, actually clapping his hands together in pure unabashed excitement. "The aerodynamic properties required for a biological entity to achieve that velocity without—"

"KELVIN!" Sophie snapped.

The defense grid's beams converged, attempting to create a predictive net to catch the diving wyvern. Storm twisted mid-air, his body contorting in ways that should have been impossible for his size, evading each shot with millimeters to spare.

Then something unexpected happened.

From a nearby landing pad where a beast hunter transport had docked, a figure launched skyward – a humanoid form that rapidly expanded and shifted. Limbs elongated, skin hardened into scales, a tail unfurled. Within seconds, what had been a man transformed into another wyvern – smaller than Storm but unmistakably similar, with gray-black scales and paler blue energy channels.

Only one feature remained incongruent with the transformation – its left foreclaw was distorted, gray and scaled differently from the rest of the body, resembling the grotesque appendages on a Harbinger.

"What the hell?" Sophie gasped.

Noah's blood ran cold. "That's not possible..."

The gray wyvern intercepted Storm's dive with less precision than hoped, but the sheer audacity of the maneuver caught Storm by surprise. They collided with catastrophic force, the impact creating a visible shock wave that shattered windows throughout the complex below. Both creatures tumbled through the air before separating, circling each other warily.

"Did that person just transform into a wyvern?" Kelvin asked incredulously, finally focusing on the situation. "Is that even possible?"

"It shouldn't be," Noah said grimly. "Look at the left arm – it's deformed, like Harbinger tissue."

"He has a transformation ability, that much I know. But you think he grafted a Harbinger arm onto himself?" Sophie asked, horror in her voice.

"That would be..." Kelvin trailed off, for once at a loss for words. "That would be insanely dangerous. And absolutely illegal."

They watched as the two wyverns sized each other up, frost trailing from their wings with each powerful beat. Storm's eyes narrowed, assessing this strange creature that mimicked his form yet reeked of corrupted humanity.

Inside his transformed body, Darius Mercer's thoughts raced chaotically. 'A FUCKING DRAGON? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? This isn't in ANY bestiary! Cat five? No, something else entirely. It's beautiful—POWERFUL—I NEED IT!'

His thoughts tumbled over each other, the unstable cocktail of hormones and altered chemistry from his transformation heightening his already volatile personality. A strange glow in his left arm glowed outwardly in green hues.

Darius attacked first, diving toward Storm with reckless abandon, excitement overriding tactical sense. His jaws opened, releasing a wild blast of concentrated cold energy that froze everything in its path.

Storm twisted mid-air, easily evading the poorly aimed attack. He returned fire with a precision stream of blue-white energy so cold it burned the very air it passed through.

Darius barrel-rolled, the blast grazing his left wing. Pain lanced through him as scales crystallized and cracked, but the sensation only heightened his frenzy.

'YES!' he thought manically. 'FINALLY SOMETHING WORTHY!'

He feinted left, movements jerky and uncoordinated compared to Storm's fluid grace, then spiraled upward, releasing a wild barrage of ice spikes from his underbelly. Storm evaded with contemptuous ease, but Darius pressed forward, consumed by battle-lust.

He dropped like a guided missile, talons extended, catching Storm across the back with his oversized left claw more by luck than skill.

Black scales scattered like obsidian confetti, trailing blue energy as they fell. Storm shrieked—a sound that overloaded audio sensors throughout the district—more in outrage than pain.

'FIRST BLOOD!' Darius exulted, a manic surge of triumph flooding his system. 'YOU'RE MINE!'

His victory was short-lived.

Storm twisted with serpentine flexibility, his tail whipping around to slam into Darius's side with devastating force. Ribs cracked even through the wyvern form's natural armor. The blow sent Darius spinning through the air.

Before he could recover, Storm was upon him, moving so quickly he seemed to teleport. Massive jaws closed around Darius's right wing, crushing bone. Lightning coursed from Storm's body into Darius's, setting nerve endings ablaze with agony.

'TOO STRONG!' Darius realized, pain cutting through his mania, genuine fear finally registering. 'TOO POWERFUL—BUT SO PERFECT!'

He fought desperately, his mismatched left claw raking across Storm's neck, drawing more scales and ichor. But the wyvern seemed to barely register the injury, driven by hunger that overwhelmed pain.

Storm released the damaged wing only to clamp down on Darius's shoulder, driving him earthward with relentless force. They plummeted together, spinning and struggling, frost and lightning cascading around them like deadly fireworks.

The impact created a crater in the reinforced landing pad, duracrete and metal framework shattering outward from the point of collision.

Storm rose from the depression, massive wings unfurling, mostly unharmed save for the scratches across his neck and back. From within the impact zone, a strangled cry emanated as Darius's wyvern form shimmered and began to revert, the transformation failing under the stress of his injuries.

'NO!' Darius thought desperately, trying to maintain his form through sheer willpower. 'NOT YET! I CAN STILL FIGHT!'

Storm opened his maw, blue energy gathering for a finishing blow. Darius knew with cold certainty he couldn't withstand another attack. In desperation, he forced his broken body to move, rolling out of the crater and behind a collapsed section of wall as his form continued shifting back toward human despite his mental resistance.

The blast of arctic energy obliterated the spot where he'd lain, freezing the entire crater into a perfect bowl of ice so cold it began to extract oxygen from the surrounding air.

Storm's head swiveled, searching for his vanished opponent. A growl rumbled in his chest, but hunger won out over the urge to pursue. His original target remained—the core storage facility with its cache of high-energy beast cores.

With powerful wingbeats that flattened the surrounding debris, Storm launched himself toward the facility, demolishing its outer defenses with a casual swipe of his tail.