SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

The grand meeting room of the Soulor Empire had quieted, the formal discussions between the rulers and the representatives of the Eastern Shirefort Continent finally concluded.

One by one, the rulers and dignitaries excused themselves, leaving only Emperor Leynard and a handful of others behind.

Lord Terrace, Lord Acheon, Lord Leah, and Elder White Fang exchanged glances as they stood to leave, ready to regroup with General Saph, who was undoubtedly waiting for them outside.

The mission that had brought them to this continent was complete, and they were eager to return home and prepare for the challenges ahead.

Just as they turned toward the door, Emperor Leynard raised a hand, his tone polite but firm. "If I may ask, could you all stay a little longer? There is something I wish to discuss with you."

The representatives hesitated, their curiosity piqued. Elder White Fang gave a small nod, signaling the others to remain. They returned to their seats as the room gradually emptied, leaving only the Emperor and the four representatives in the expansive chamber.

Once they were alone, Emperor Leynard reached for a small button embedded in the table near his seat. With a faint hum, a shimmering barrier sprang up around them, enclosing them in a protective dome of magic.

The air grew still as the Emperor leaned forward, his piercing gaze sweeping across the group. "Now that we are in private," he began, his tone carrying an air of mystery, "I'd like to ask you a question."

The representatives remained silent, their expressions unreadable.

Emperor Leynard continued, his words measured and deliberate. "How would you like to end this war against the demons? Not merely to survive it, but to bring about its

end

—once and for all."

The question hung in the air, its weight palpable. Elder White Fang narrowed his eyes, his voice calm but laced with suspicion. "You'll need to elaborate, Your Majesty."

The Emperor's lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no humor in it. "Come now, Elder White Fang. Let's not play coy." He leaned back in his chair, his tone growing colder. "Surely, you've heard of the faction among humanity that has turned its allegiance to the demons. Those who believe aligning with them is the key to survival."

Lord Terrace's fist slammed onto the table, his aura flaring with such intensity that the temperature in the room seemed to drop. "You're speaking of traitors."

Lord Acheon's eyes darkened, his own energy fluctuating wildly. "Are you suggesting we join forces with such… filth?"

Even Lord Leah, typically rebellious, couldn't mask her disgust. Her aura flared as well, the pressure of her anger making the barrier around them shimmer dangerously.

The combined auras of the three lords caused cracks to spiderweb across the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room. The Emperor remained composed, though his expression betrayed a flicker of annoyance.

"Enough," Elder White Fang said sharply, his own aura expanding to contain the others. The lords immediately reined in their energy, the cracks around the room ceasing to spread.

Elder White Fang turned his stern gaze to the Emperor. "I'll ask plainly—are you a part of this faction?"

Emperor Leynard shrugged nonchalantly. "I've only heard rumors," he said. "But it is said that they are making moves to negotiate with the demons. I thought it prudent to bring this to your attention. After all, unity among the continents will be crucial in the coming war."

His words were measured, but both Lord Terrace and Elder White Fang noticed something unsettling. A subtle shift in the Emperor's energy—barely perceptible but undeniably there—washed over the room. It was not hostile, but it carried a faint, disturbing edge.

Lord Terrace's sharp gaze locked onto the Emperor, his instincts warning him of something amiss. Elder White Fang frowned, though he betrayed no outward sign of his growing suspicion.

"Your concern is noted," Elder White Fang said, his voice cool. "But rest assured, if such traitors do exist, they will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. I will personally see to it that they are erased from this world."

The Emperor inclined his head, his expression neutral. "I admire your conviction, Elder White Fang. You can count on me to assist in any way I can."

Elder White Fang rose from his seat, gesturing for the others to do the same. He cast one final look at Emperor Leynard, his gaze sharp. "We'll be leaving tomorrow. Preparations on our continent cannot be delayed."

"Of course," Emperor Leynard said smoothly, standing as well. "I understand the urgency. The representatives of all four continents will need to meet soon. I suggest we convene in two weeks to begin discussions."

Elder White Fang nodded curtly. "Two weeks it is."

The Emperor pressed the button again, and the barrier around them dissolved. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned General Saph into the room. The general entered promptly, his armor gleaming under the chandelier light.

"General Saph," the Emperor said, his tone commanding but cordial, "please see to it that our esteemed guests are well taken care of for the evening. Provide them with anything they require."

General Saph saluted crisply. "It will be done, Your Majesty."

The representatives followed General Saph out of the room, leaving the Emperor alone in the now-silent chamber.

As the door closed behind them, Emperor Leynard's composed demeanor shifted. A slow, sinister grin spread across his face as he murmured to himself, "The dawn of a new era is upon us… and I plan to make the most of it."

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Outside the meeting hall, General Saph led the group down a long corridor, his posture stiff but professional. "Your accommodations are ready," he informed them. "Please rest well tonight. Tomorrow's journey will require your full strength."

Elder White Fang nodded in acknowledgment, though his mind was far from at ease. The subtle shift in the Emperor's energy replayed in his thoughts, gnawing at the edges of his suspicion.

"Rest," he told the others as they reached their quarters. "We'll need to leave early. There's no time to waste."

As the group dispersed to their respective rooms, Elder White Fang glanced back down the corridor, his expression unreadable. Whatever lay ahead, he knew the coming days would demand not just strength—but answers. "Time will tell."