SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Meeting In Asphade
The royal castle of Asphade stood as a beacon of power and history, its towering spires visible from miles away.

Today, it served as the gathering point for some of the most influential figures across the continent. The cobblestone yard, normally quiet and imposing, was now bustling with activity as carriages rolled in one after another.

Each carriage bore the insignia of its occupant, symbols of noble houses and kingdoms.

Some displayed the crests of the Fated Families, their intricate designs representing legacies of power and prestige.

Others carried the banners of neighboring kingdoms, their vibrant colors standing out against the subdued gray stone of the castle walls.

The air buzzed with anticipation, the gravity of the meeting drawing whispers among the guards and attendants stationed at the gates. The threat of the demons had escalated, and this gathering was called to chart a course for survival.

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General Rhaegor stood at the castle’s grand entrance, his silver armor gleaming under the midday sun. His posture was rigid, exuding authority, but his demeanor remained warm and respectful. Each arriving dignitary was met with a deep bow and a firm greeting.

“Welcome, Lord Acheon,” Rhaegor said as a tall man with piercing eyes descended from an ornately designed carriage.

“General,” Lord Acheon replied with a curt nod, his expression betraying neither concern nor curiosity as he strode inside.

Next came Lord Leah, her presence commanding as she stepped gracefully from her carriage. Rhaegor greeted her with equal deference, his voice steady as he directed her into the castle.

Carriage after carriage arrived, each bringing its share of lords, ladies, and rulers. The kings of neighboring nations followed shortly after, their entourages announcing their arrival with trumpets and banners.

The yard grew crowded, the hum of voices blending with the clatter of horses and the creak of carriage wheels.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere was no less charged. The halls, adorned with banners bearing the sigils of the attending dignitaries, seemed to hum with the weight of the occasion.

Servants bustled about, ensuring that everything was in place for the monumental meeting ahead.

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A hushed silence fell over the yard as a new carriage approached. Unlike the others, it lacked the ostentatious embellishments of noble crests or royal insignias.

Its simple, understated design spoke of a figure who commanded respect without the need for grandeur.

The door opened, and Great Elder White Fang stepped out, his white robes flowing as he descended. His presence was magnetic, drawing the eyes of everyone nearby.

The ancient runes etched into his garments seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight, a subtle reminder of the power he wielded.

Behind him followed a group of individuals chosen for their expertise. Mages with weathered faces and sharp eyes, researchers carrying scrolls and tomes, and scout leaders with the hardened expressions of those who had seen too much.

These were the minds and talents assembled to lead the charge against the rising demon threat.

General Rhaegor approached, bowing deeply. “Great Elder White Fang, we are honored by your presence.”

The elder inclined his head. “Let us not waste time, General. Lead the way.”

Rhaegor straightened, nodding briskly. “This way, please.”

The elder and his entourage followed the general into the castle, their movements purposeful and unhurried.

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The meeting hall was a marvel of architecture, its vaulted ceiling stretching high above the gathered dignitaries. Intricate carvings of battles, alliances, and legends adorned the walls, a silent testament to the history that had brought them to this moment.

Rows of seats lined the room, each one filled with a figure of significance. Lords of the Fated Families, rulers of kingdoms, and advisors from various fields sat in tense anticipation.

The air was heavy with unspoken questions and the shared understanding that what was to come would shape the fate of their continent and the world in general.

At the front of the hall stood a raised platform, its design reminiscent of a courtroom. The central seat, larger and more ornate than the others, awaited the Emperor of Tagharat.

Beside it, a smaller but equally significant table was prepared for King Aythore, whose town of Eldham had been the first to fall victim to the growing demon threat.

The dignitaries murmured among themselves, their voices hushed but urgent. The fall of Eldham had sent shockwaves across the continent, and many wondered what new horrors would be revealed in this gathering.

The side door opened, and a hush fell over the room.

The Emperor entered, his presence commanding immediate respect. He was a tall lanky old man with an air of quiet authority, his deep blue and gold ceremonial robes flowing as he moved.

The crown on his head, adorned with jewels that caught the light, marked him as the ruler of the most powerful kingdom present.

All those gathered rose to their feet, bowing their heads in deference.

The Emperor approached the central seat, his stride deliberate and his expression unreadable. As he took his place, he raised a hand, gesturing for the dignitaries to be seated.

“Be seated,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Let us begin.”

The dignitaries returned to their seats, the room falling into an expectant silence.

The Emperor’s gaze swept across the hall, pausing briefly on each face. His expression was one of measured calm, but his eyes carried the weight of the decisions that lay ahead.

“You have been summoned here,” he began, his voice carrying easily across the room, “because of a threat that grows with each passing day. A threat that knows no borders and spares no kingdom. The demons have begun their advance, and the fall of Eldham is a grim reminder of what is at stake.”

The mention of Eldham sent a ripple of unease through the room. Some dignitaries exchanged worried glances, while others sat stoically, their expressions betraying nothing.

The Emperor’s gaze turned to one figure in particular. “King Aythore,” he said, his tone shifting to one of expectation. “You have seen firsthand the devastation these creatures bring. Tell us what happened in Eldham.”

All eyes turned to King Aythore as he rose from his seat, his expression somber. The weight of his kingdom’s loss was etched into every line of his face.

He took a moment to compose himself before speaking, the room holding its collective breath in anticipation. “As we all know through my letter, Eldham has fallen…” King Aythore began with a saddened expression.