Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Gathering the corpses
Noah lifted Sophie gently, cradling her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder as tears finally broke through her carefully maintained composure.

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, voice cracking. “When you disappeared during the initial attack…”

“I’m okay,” Noah assured her, adjusting his hold to avoid pressing against her injured ribs. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

Sophie pulled back slightly, eyes red-rimmed but intense. “My father—the Minister—he’s working with them, Noah. He’s been working with the Purge all along.” The words tumbled out in a rush of pain and betrayal. “Everything I thought I knew… I’m so sorry. I should have seen it. I should have known.”

Noah shook his head, expression grave. “This isn’t on you, Sophie. None of it is.”

“There’s more,” she continued urgently. “Kelvin discovered a bomb. Massive thermobaric device powered by beast cores. It’s set to detonate in less than half an hour. The blast radius… it’ll take out a quarter of the Eastern Cardinal.”

Noah’s expression shifted, calculations running behind his eyes. “Where’s Kelvin now?”

“Control room, west wing,” Sophie replied. “But Noah, he says he can’t disarm it.”

Without another word, Noah established a void link—his consciousness reaching through dimensional space to locate Kelvin’s unique energy signature. The world around them blurred momentarily, then snapped back into focus as they materialized in the control room.

Kelvin lay sprawled on the floor, blood trickling from his nose, eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. At their appearance, he struggled to sit up, disbelief washing over his exhausted features.

“Noah?” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re alive. You’re actually alive.”

Noah set Sophie down gently before kneeling beside his friend. “I’m here, Kelvin.”

Tears welled in Kelvin’s eyes as the full impact of Noah’s return hit him. “I thought… I couldn’t… everyone was going to die because I couldn’t figure it out. I tried everything, but the bomb’s safeguards—”

“Breathe, Kev,” Noah instructed calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Take a moment. Then tell me what we’re dealing with.”

Kelvin drew a shuddering breath, professional instincts gradually reasserting themselves. “Thermobaric device, beast core crystal power source, quantum-entangled detonators with redundant triggers. Tampering with any component causes immediate detonation. Blast radius approximately 4.7 kilometers. Twenty-five minutes remaining on the countdown.”

Noah nodded, processing the information. “What’s your assessment of potential countermeasures?”

“Conventional disarming impossible,” Kelvin replied, his breathing steadying as he fell into their familiar pattern of analytical exchange. “Containment would require multiple S-rank barrier manipulators working in concert, which we don’t have. I thought… maybe your Domain Travel could transport people to safety, but the numbers…”

“How many people are within the blast radius?” Noah asked.

“Approximately 329,457 at minimum, assuming standard population density for a workday in the Eastern Cardinal,” Kelvin recited.

Noah’s expression remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed the weight of the calculation. “My current void energy reserves are insufficient for mass transportation of that scale.”

‘Even at full capacity, the largest group I’ve ever transported was a group of Lila’s branching into their hundreds,’ Noah thought. ‘The energy requirements scale exponentially with each additional person. The math doesn’t work.’

Kelvin nodded, having expected this answer. “I know. I just… I had to suggest something.”

Noah’s gaze sharpened with sudden decision. “I need you to prep a mass broadcast system. Something that can reach everyone in the academy and surrounding areas. And locate Commander Owen—we’ll need official authority to coordinate evacuation efforts.”

Kelvin straightened, purpose giving him renewed strength. “How long do we have?”

“Twenty-five minutes at most,” Noah confirmed grimly.

“I’ll make it happen,” Kelvin promised, already moving toward a functional terminal.

Noah nodded, then void-linked back to Sophie, who had remained quiet during the exchange. “You need to leave the building,” he told her firmly. “Abandon the fighting. Get clear of the arena.”

Sophie’s eyes flashed with immediate resistance. “I’m not leaving while there are still students—”

Her argument was cut short by an explosive crash as a section of the ceiling collapsed inward. Through the newly created opening descended Storm, Noah’s wyvern companion, wings spread to slow his descent as he landed gracefully despite his enormous size. Icy blue scales caught what little light remained, his serpentine neck extending as he issued a soft churr of greeting to Noah.

“Get on,” Noah instructed Sophie, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Storm will keep you safe.”

Sophie looked between Noah and the wyvern, conflict evident in her expression. “What about everyone else? We can’t just abandon them.”

“Everyone comes next,” Noah stated simply. “You’re first.”

Before she could protest further, Noah turned away, his attention shifting to the larger crisis at hand. Sophie hesitated only a moment longer before allowing Storm to help her onto the wyvern’s back, understanding that arguing would only waste precious time.

Noah strode toward the main arena, where the fighting had largely ceased following Nyx’s dramatic entrance. The red dragon stood sentinel at the center, red scales rippling with barely contained power as he surveyed the scene with ancient eyes.

Students, faculty, and Purge operatives alike had frozen in various states of combat, all attention drawn to Noah as he approached.

“In approximately twenty-three minutes,” Noah announced, voice carrying effortlessly across the arena, “this entire facility and everything within a 4.7-kilometer radius will be destroyed by a thermobaric device currently armed and counting down in the west wing.”

Murmurs of panic rippled through the assembled students, but Noah continued, his tone measured and authoritative.

“I can potentially transport many of you to safety, but I cannot do so while engaged in combat. To the Purge operatives present: you have one opportunity to surrender and cooperate. Your lives, like everyone else’s, are at stake. Make your choice.”

A tense silence fell over the arena as the Purge members exchanged glances. Then, in a movement so synchronized it could only have been preplanned, they raised their hands to their throats, dark chi swirling around their fingers.

“Long live the Purge,” they intoned in unison. Before anyone could react, they sliced their own throats, dark chi cutting through flesh with horrific efficiency. Bodies collapsed across the arena floor, blood pooling beneath them.

Noah sighed, expression unchanging despite the grisly scene. “Gather the bodies,” he instructed the shocked students. “Pile them in the center of the arena. Quickly now.”

‘Ritualistic suicide protocols,’ Noah thought dispassionately. ‘Likely triggered by a specific phrase or situation. Fascinating from a neurological programming perspective, but unfortunate timing.’

As students hesitantly began following his instructions, a familiar voice called his name. Noah turned to see Lila approaching, her blonde hair matted with dust and blood, followed closely by Miss Brooks, their homeroom teacher whose normally immaculate uniform was torn and singed.

It was obvious their journey from his room to this section of the arena hadn’t been a smooth one as they must have more than likely encountered resistance.

“Eclipse,” Brooks addressed him sharply, military bearing evident despite her disheveled appearance. “What exactly is happening here? My last clear memory is initiating dreamstate projection.”

‘She has memory gaps consistent with her particular dreamstate projection abilities,’ Noah noted. ‘Her projections retain experiences but the original consciousness experiences temporal discontinuity.’

“Bomb in the west wing, ma’am,” Noah replied concisely. “Thermobaric device with beast core crystal power source. Quantum-entangled detonators. Twenty-two minutes until detonation. Blast radius: 4.7 kilometers. Currently gathering bodies for a potential mass evacuation attempt via dimensional transportation.”

Brooks processed this with remarkable composure, nodding sharply. “Orders?”

“Continue gathering the bodies,” Noah instructed. “I need as many physical vessels in one location as possible. Then prepare the remaining students for emergency evacuation procedures.”

“Understood,” Brooks replied, immediately turning to organize the effort with military precision.

As she departed, Lila stepped closer to Noah, concern evident in her eyes. “Noah,” she said quietly, “what are you planning?”

Noah regarded her steadily, calculating the optimal response. “I need to recharge.”

Before she could question him further, a massive red form descended behind her. Nyx, with unexpected gentleness for a creature of his size, scooped Lila into careful claws. She screamed in surprise as the dragon launched upward, wings spreading to carry her out through the damaged roof.

“Noah!” her voice echoed back as Nyx bore her away.

Noah watched them go, expression unreadable as he turned back to the piles of bodies being assembled in the arena center.

‘What comes next isn’t for her eyes,’ he thought, dark energy beginning to coalesce around his hands. ‘Or anyone’s, really. But necessity rarely concerns itself with aesthetics or morality.’

The timer on his internal countdown read twenty minutes as he approached the growing pile of corpses, void energy gathering around him like a shroud.