Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner Chapter 680: A sauce?

The kids were still chanting when Noah and Seraleth got back to the car.

He could hear them from the street below even after the orphanage gate had closed, the sound carrying up through the open window Matron Hess had leaned out of to wave. The younger ones had settled on Storm because soone had told them Storm was the first and therefore the best and an argunt had broken out about that which had not been resolved by the ti the domain brought them back. The older kids, the ten year old boy specifically, had been chanting Nyx with the conviction of soone who had made a permanent decision.

Noah got in the passenger side still smiling.

He couldn’t fully explain the smile. Not the orphanage specifically, not the domain visit, not any single mont. Just the accumulated weight of a day that had asked nothing from him except to be present in it.

Seraleth got in beside him, started the car, lifted them off the rooftop pad and into the aerial lane heading south toward the harbor.

"You enjoyed it," she said. Not a question.

"Yeah," he said. "I did."

She glanced at him briefly. "You looked surprised. When Maya asked about your hair and you laughed. You looked surprised that you were laughing."

He thought about that. "I haven’t had a day like that in a while."

"Like what?"

"Where nothing needed solving." He looked out the window at the city moving below them. "Every day since I got back there’s been sothing. The training, the EDF, the posts, the debrief. Even good things had weight to them." He watched the rebuilt northeastern district pass beneath them. "Today just felt like a day."

Seraleth was quiet for a mont, both hands on the controls, her white hair catching the afternoon light coming through the viewport.

"The domain ti," she said. "It felt shorter than it was, didn’t it?"

"Always does." He leaned back in the seat. "A few hours in there and it registers like less. The kids probably felt it as an hour at most."

"Maya cried when one of the hatchlings fell asleep on her feet," Seraleth said. "Happy crying. She kept looking at like she needed to confirm it was real."

Noah looked at her.

"You’ve been going there since after Kruel," he said.

"Yes."

"Every week."

"Most weeks." She adjusted their heading slightly, taking them around a congested lane junction. "I couldn’t not go. The first ti I passed that street I felt it from the car. The grief in that building is not quiet. Not to ." She kept her eyes on the airspace ahead. "On Lilivil when soone is in pain you feel it as sothing physical if you’re paying attention. A pressure. A weight in the air around them." She paused. "That building has thirty one of those. I couldn’t just drive past."

Noah looked at her profile for a mont. The clean lines of her face, the patience that lived in her expression even when she wasn’t trying to project it.

"You never told anyone you were going," he said.

"Kelvin knew. He tracked my location for the first eight months after you disappeared." She said it without any particular edge. Just a fact. "He stopped when he realized I was just going to the sa street every week and wasn’t in danger."

Noah made a ntal note to say sothing to Kelvin about that. The good kind of sothing.

They flew in comfortable silence for a minute, the city giving way to the harbor district below them, the facility’s location visible as a disturbance in the water’s surface where the structure sat on the harbor floor.

Then Seraleth said, "I miss you."

He looked at her.

She was still looking at the airspace ahead, both hands on the controls, her expression carrying the sa calm it always carried. But there was sothing underneath it that she was letting sit on the surface for once instead of keeping contained.

"I know you’re back," she said. "I know that. But before you left, we had sothing and then you were gone for two years and I." She paused. "I watched a significant amount of human pornography to manage the situation."

Noah stared at her.

"Every category," she continued, with the complete factual delivery she applied to everything. "I wanted to be thorough. There were several I had to watch multiple tis to understand the chanics and two that I’m still not entirely sure were physically possible but I chose to give them the benefit of the doubt." She glanced at him. "Do you have any recomndations? The internet calls it sauce."

Noah opened his mouth.

Nothing ca out.

"I thought not," she said. "Which ans we should probably just do the real thing." She set the car to autopilot with a single adjustnt, turned in her seat, and before Noah had finished processing the conversation she had already moved, swinging one leg over and settling onto his lap in a single fluid motion that had all her seven feet of height sohow folded into the passenger space with a grace that shouldn’t have been possible.

She took his hand and placed it against her chest, just above her heart, her fingers keeping his there, her eyes finding his from very close.

"Do you hate this?" she asked. Genuinely asking, her eyes searching his face.

"No," Noah said. His voice ca out lower than he intended.

"Good." She leaned in, her lips finding his, and the kiss was exactly like Seraleth in everything she did, unhurried and completely committed, no performance in it, just her being exactly where she had decided to be.

Noah’s other hand found her waist.

She pulled back an inch, her forehead against his, her eyes still open. "We have approximately five minutes before we reach the harbor," she said. "That’s enough ti for—"

"Eclipse Command, this is Marcus, we need backup downtown, now." Marcus’s voice hit the comms like a bucket of cold water, crackling through the car’s speakers with the specific energy of soone who was already running while talking. "Repeat, requesting imdiate backup, we have a containnt situation going south fast, multiple civilian casualties, task force is overwheld—"

Reyna’s voice cut in imdiately after. "Noah if you’re on this channel please respond, we really need you here—"

Noah and Seraleth looked at each other.

Her lipstick, which she had started wearing three months ago after Maya told her it made her look like a princess, was slightly displaced.

His hand was still on her waist.

"I have to go," he said.

"I know," she said. She climbed back to the driver’s seat with the sa fluid grace she’d arrived with, disengaged autopilot, and banked the car hard left. Her cheeks were doing sothing they didn’t usually do which was carry color.

His were probably doing the sa thing.

"We continue this later," she said, firmly, in the tone she used when she had made a decision that was not open for discussion.

"Yes," Noah said.

She dropped him at the nearest rooftop and he was already moving before the car fully stopped.

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He heard it before he saw it.

A sound like tal tearing, coming from three blocks south, layered under the general noise of a city that had realized sothing was wrong and was in the process of deciding what to do about that. Alarms. Soone’s car horn stuck on. A sound underneath all of it that was biological and wrong, high and clicking, the sound of things that moved fast and hunted faster.

He landed on a rooftop at the edge of the containnt zone and stopped.

Below him, two transport vessels sat overturned in the middle of a six lane street, the kind of heavy freight carriers used for laboratory specin transfers, both of them on their sides with their rear containnt sections cracked open like sothing had hit them from the inside. One had gone through a storefront. The other had taken out three parked vehicles before coming to rest against a building support column that was now showing stress fractures from the impact.

Task force units had ford a rough periter around the imdiate zone, vehicles angled to block the street at both ends, officers in tactical gear holding positions with weapons out. Eclipse mbers were mixed in with them, recognizable by the insignia, so of them running civilians back from the periter edge, others holding the line.

And moving through the space between the overturned transports and the periter, fast and low and wrong in the way that things were wrong when their movent didn’t follow the rules animal movent usually followed, were the Blood Fangs.

Noah looked at them properly.

They were roughly the size of large dogs but the similarity ended there. The body was elongated, almost tubular, covered in overlapping dark red scales that caught the light in a way that made the edges of them hard to focus on, like looking at sothing that was slightly out of phase with the rest of the world. Four limbs, each one ending in three hooked claws that found purchase on every surface, walls, overturned vehicles, the ground, the storefront debris, all of it equally valid terrain to them. The head was narrow and flat with a jaw that opened wider than it should have been able to, rows of small teeth visible even from this height, and at the rear a tail that split into two points, each one glistening with sothing that caught the light differently from the rest of the scale surface.

The forked tail was the weapon. Noah could see that imdiately from the way they moved, the body positioning always angling to bring the tail into range of whatever they were targeting. Two civilians were down near the storefront wreckage, task force dics trying to reach them from behind vehicle cover, both of the downed people pale in the specific way that ca from blood loss happening faster than it should.

One of the Blood Fangs had a task force officer pinned against an overturned vehicle, the tail raised, and the officer had his weapon up but his hands were shaking badly and the angle was wrong.

Noah dropped off the rooftop.

He didn’t blink, didn’t phase, just fell, three stories, and landed between the officer and the Blood Fang with enough force that the impact sent a crack running across the road surface beneath his feet.

The Blood Fang recoiled. Its body pulled back, the tail drawing in, and it looked at Noah with eyes that were amber and slit-pupiled and currently registering sothing its prey instincts hadn’t encountered before.

Noah looked back at it.

’Fast,’ he thought, clocking the way its weight was distributed, the coiled tension in the rear limbs. ’Builds speed from the back legs, the front ones steer. The tail strike cos from below, not above, angled upward into soft tissue.’ He looked at the glistening fork tips. ’Whatever that coating is, that’s what drains them. Get hit by that and you’ve got a problem that outlasts the fight.’

"Get back behind the periter," he said to the officer without looking away from the Blood Fang.

He heard the officer move.

The Blood Fang lunged.

It was genuinely fast, faster than the category four baseline the way Kelvin had said the Razorbacks were faster, the kind of speed that would have been a problem for most awakened. It covered the ground between them in a fraction of a second, the tail already angling for the upward strike, body low, claws finding the road surface.

Noah sidestepped and punched it in the skull.

The crack was audible across the containnt zone.

The Blood Fang hit the road and slid six feet and did not get up.

Noah was already moving.

Two more were coming from the right, running parallel to each other, the kind of coordinated approach that said these things hunted in patterns. He let them close the distance, read the timing on the tail strike from the rightmost one, stepped inside it at the last possible mont, grabbed the tail with both hands and used the creature’s own montum to swing it into its partner.

The impact when they hit each other sounded like two cars colliding.

Both of them went down.

He null struck the closer one before it could recover, the void energy erasing the point of contact, and the creature stopped moving with a finality that left no ambiguity.

"Noah!" Marcus’s voice from sowhere to his left. "There are more coming out of the second transport, the containnt seal on the rear section is compromised, we can’t get close enough to—"

A Blood Fang dropped from the wall above him.

He stepped sideways without looking up, felt the wind displacent as it landed where he’d been, and drove his elbow down into the back of its neck as it hit the road.

He looked at the second transport, the one against the building column. The rear section was buckled, a gap visible where the containnt material had separated, and through the gap movent was visible, the clicking sound louder from that direction.

Civilians were still in the area. A family behind an overturned food stall thirty feet from the transport, a man with two children pressed against a building wall twenty feet further, an older woman who had not made it behind the periter and was currently standing completely still in the middle of the street in the specific frozen way of soone whose body had decided that not moving was the safest option.

Noah folded his right hand, index finger extended, thumb up.

Three Blood Fangs were converging on the woman from different angles.

He pulled the trigger three tis.

The void bullets crossed the distance before the sound of them did, each one erasing the point of contact with the precision that ca from a skill he had leveled thirteen tis. Three Blood Fangs ceased to be a problem simultaneously.

The woman blinked.

"Move toward the periter," Noah said, already moving himself. "Now, please."

She moved.

He reached the second transport in four steps, looked at the gap in the containnt section, and took a street waste bin from the curb, the heavy composite kind bolted to a post, pulling it free with one hand.

He drove it into the gap.

The gap closed. Not sealed, not properly, but closed enough that the two Blood Fangs currently trying to push through it found themselves wedged against three hundred pounds of composite waste bin instead of open air.

He turned.

The containnt zone was still moving, Blood Fangs running the periter looking for gaps, task force units holding them back, Eclipse mbers moving civilians, the whole situation in that particular state of barely controlled where one thing going wrong would cascade into several things going wrong.

Noah moved through it.

He was covering ground at a pace that the stream drones were clearly having trouble tracking, the footage later would show him as a blur with occasional monts of clarity when he stopped moving long enough to engage sothing directly. Void barrage clearing a cluster near the eastern periter. Null strike on a Blood Fang that had gotten behind the task force line and was moving toward a dic. A straight punch that caved the skull of one that had pinned an Eclipse mber against a vehicle, clean and imdiate and leaving no doubt about the outco.

He grabbed the two civilians behind the food stall and moved them to the periter himself, one under each arm, covering the distance in seconds, depositing them behind the vehicle line before either of them fully understood what was happening.

The man against the wall with the two children. Noah got there as a Blood Fang found them, the tail rising, and he took the hit on his forearm deliberately, felt the fork tips rake across his skin, felt the draining effect start and shut it down imdiately with void energy flooding the contact point before it could progress.

His forearm showed two shallow cuts that were already closing.

The Blood Fang got a null strike for its trouble.

He handed the two children to the nearest Eclipse mber and turned back to the containnt zone.

It took another eight minutes.

Not clean, not simple, every minute of it requiring him to be in three places at once, reading the movent patterns, cutting off approaches before they developed, always keeping the civilian positions mapped in his head against the Blood Fang positions and the task force positions and the gaps between all of them.

But at the end of eight minutes the street was quiet.

The Blood Fangs that were still moving had retreated from him specifically, the Wyrmborn pressure working on them the way it worked on things that were operating below his threshold, their biology refusing the instruction their instincts were sending. Task force units closed in from the periter and finished the job.

Noah stood in the middle of the street.

His forearm had finished healing. His clothes had seen better days. The road around him showed the evidence of the last fifteen minutes in cracks and scorch marks and the impact points of things that had been moving fast and then suddenly weren’t.

From behind the periter, from the civilians who had made it back, from the task force officers watching from their positions, sothing started.

Clapping.

Not organized, not all at once, just starting in one place and spreading the way things spread when enough people felt the sa thing at the sa ti. Soone cheered. Soone else joined it. Within thirty seconds the periter was making a noise that bounced off the buildings on both sides of the street and filled the containnt zone with sothing that sounded nothing like the previous fifteen minutes.

Noah looked at the street around him and said nothing.

Footsteps behind him, the particular rhythm of soone who moved like they were always prepared to move in a different direction at a mont’s notice.

"Hey boo."

Angel stopped beside him, her task force gear showing the evidence of the last fifteen minutes on her end as well, a cut along her jaw that her biology was handling, her blood manipulation still visibly active around her hands, the liquid coating her knuckles not yet stood down from combat ready.

She looked at the street. At the overturned transports. At the waste bin he had repurposed as a containnt seal, still wedged in the gap of the second transport, doing its job.

"That was a show you put on," she said.