SSS-RANKED AWAKENING: I CAN ONLY SUMMON MYTHICAL BEASTS

The battle soon turned into a war of endurance.

The three of them—Damien, Skylar, and Fenrir—relentlessly assaulted the demon, forcing it to stay on the defensive.

Chomp!! Shrrrip!!

Fenrir was the unstoppable force, keeping the demon locked in close combat, tearing at its flesh with fangs that could crush boulders.

Boooom!!

Skylar provided constant pressure from above, weaving through the air despite its injured wing, launching bursts of dark essence blasts whenever the demon left itself open.

And Damien—he was the finisher, waiting for precise moments to strike, slicing into weakened areas and keeping the demon from regaining control of the battlefield.

It was a battle of attrition.

And they were winning.

The demon roared in frustration, its movements becoming sloppier, its reaction time slowing just slightly as its body was pushed beyond its limits.

Dark blood oozed from deep gashes Fenrir had ripped into its chest, and its left arm hung limply, rendered nearly useless after one of Skylar’s aerial strikes crushed the bone.

For the first time, the demon’s expression changed—its eyes flickering with fear and fury.

It knew its fate.

It was going to die.

The demon suddenly leaped backward, putting distance between itself and Fenrir.

Its aura flared violently, surging outward like a raging storm.

Damien immediately felt something change.

The mana within the demon’s body was spiraling out of control, like a dam about to burst.

His eyes widened in realization.

It was going to self-destruct.

“You think you’ve won?!” the demon snarled, its voice filled with hatred and madness. “Then DIE WITH ME!”

The entire dungeon trembled, cracks forming along the walls as a vortex of black energy coiled around the demon’s form.

Vwooooossshh!!

Its essence core—the very source of its power—was going into overdrive, preparing to implode in a catastrophic explosion.

If it succeeded, everything in the dungeon would be annihilated.

Damien felt his heart pound violently against his chest.

He had seconds to act.

And then—

A growl rumbled through the chamber.

A deep, monstrous growl.

Before Damien could even issue a command, Fenrir moved.

The Monstrous Wolf didn’t hesitate.

The moment it sensed the demon’s shift, it knew—this was an enemy that could not be allowed to survive.

Fenrir’s body became a streak of white lightning, its claws digging into the stone floor as it exploded forward at inhuman speed.

The demon’s eyes widened in shock, but it was too late.

Fenrir pounced, its massive form colliding into the demon like a collapsing mountain.

Before the demon could react, Fenrir’s jaws clamped around its throat.

Crack!!

A sickening sound echoed through the dungeon.

The demon thrashed wildly, clawing at Fenrir, but the monstrous wolf tightened its grip, crushing muscle, bone, and whatever fragile arteries were found.

Damien watched in stunned silence as Fenrir, without hesitation, ripped the demon’s head clean off.

The body shuddered, dark energy flickering violently—

Then, with a final twitch, it collapsed.

The unstable core, now stabilised again, returned to it’s pure state as remnants of mana essence.

The explosion never came.

The battle was over.

Damien felt the tension in his body unravel, his exhaustion crashing into him all at once.

Thud!

His legs gave out, and he dropped to the cold stone floor, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing.

The sheer intensity of the battle had pushed him past his limits.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the echoes of battle fading into silence.

Damien looked up at Fenrir, who stood over the demon’s headless corpse, its silver eyes gleaming in the dim light.

A tired grin spread across Damien’s face.

“You really saved us there,” he murmured, his voice rough from exhaustion.

Fenrir simply huffed, stepping back from the corpse.

Damien glanced at the remains of the demon, then nodded toward Fenrir.

“You deserve it. Go ahead.”

The wolf’s ears perked up, and without hesitation, it began devouring the corpse.

The dark essence, the shattered core, the very flesh of the demon—all of it was consumed.

Watching Fenrir feast, Damien let out a heavy sigh.

The battle had been brutal.

But at least, in the end, they were the ones still standing.

As Fenrir ate, Damien forced himself to stand, ignoring the burning protests of his muscles.

Something felt off.

There was still a lingering presence in the dungeon—not a threat, but something else.

His eyes scanned the chamber until they landed on a half-buried, rusted chest near the far end of the cavern.

His instincts told him this was important.

With a groan, Damien walked over, brushing away the debris before prying the lid open.

Inside, he found rare gemstones infused with mana. Damien also found weapons and armor from fallen warriors as well as gold coins and valuable trinkets stored in some Void Keys he found..

Damien let out a low whistle.

“Guess this thing had been hoarding trophies. Not impossible considering it possessed intelligence too.”

He reached into his pocket as he summoned Luton, the Stellar Slime.

The small, gelatinous creature plopped onto the floor with a wet splat, its red body jiggling as it awaited orders.

“Store everything,” Damien ordered.

Luton immediately expanded, stretching out its gel-like form as it absorbed everything in sight.

Within moments, the entire hoard was gone.

Damien nodded in satisfaction.

At least something good had come from this nightmare.

With Skylar injured and Fenrir still digesting its meal, Damien knew they couldn’t linger.

He had no idea how long he had spent inside this dungeon, but he knew that if he wasted any more time, he would miss the teleportation array.

“Let’s move,” he muttered.

He raised his hand, recalling Skylar into its summoning space so it could rest.

Fenrir finished its meal and trot over, standing beside Damien with a satisfied growl.

Damien took one last look at the battlefield—the cracked walls, the bloodstained ground, the remnants of a battle that had pushed him to his limits.

Then, without another word, he turned away and headed for the exit.

Westmont was waiting.

And he wasn’t about to miss his chance to return.

Damien walked for almost an hour before he reached the exit.

He was greeted by the sun’s glow as it rose from the east like every other day and realization dawned on him. “Shit! It’s dawn already!”

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