SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts
Chapter 336 - 336: Now, She Owes Him

The moment the final phase began, the arena came alive like a breathing monster that had been sleeping.

The massive circular platform that formed in the center wasn't still for more than a breath.

Brrrrrr...

It twisted, rotated, and tilted, shifting uneven terrain across its surface—raised pillars, trenches of jagged stone, and slick, glassy slopes that reflected mana like mirrors.

At its center hovered the Final Beacon—a floating orb of swirling crimson light, wrapped in rotating rings of silver-etched stone.

Every movement, every breath, every quake of essence pulsing from that orb said one thing:

Victory is here. Fight for it.

"Go!" Damon snapped, voice like steel as he launched forward, his sword angled down to his side in reverse grip.

Celeste blurred ahead on the right flank, shield tight to her arm, daggers of crackling light forming at her back.

Daveon hung back—rising onto one of the elevated fragments floating above the main ring. His flame essence pooled around his arms, the heat distorting the air. The temperature around him was beginning to get hotter than normal and it was because of him alone.

Anaya stayed at Damon's side, twin weapons reversed and her wind-imbued cloak fluttering wildly behind her.

The four of them moved as one engine. No hesitation. No waste.

They weren't running toward the beacon.

They were heading to intercept Crowgarth.

Tavros came first.

He vaulted off a falling slab of stone, his hammer held in one hand, roaring so loud it shook dust off the colosseum walls.

Three of his teammates trailed behind, panting, burnt, but too afraid to disobey him.

"I see you, Silver-Hair!" Tavros bellowed, charging directly at Damon. "You and me—no magic. No backup!"

Damon didn't answer.

He just adjusted his stance and waited for the exact second Tavros would leap.

Now.

The hammer came down.

Damon sidestepped, slicing upward in a rising arc.

Clang!!

Sparks flew. Hammer met sword.

Krrrrrk!!

The impact cracked the platform.

But Damon held his ground.

Celeste intercepted another Crowgarth striker, her daggers ringing out as a mace slammed into them. She deflected the blow, spun, and rammed her elbow into the attacker's throat. The young man choked on his own spit and as he tried to regain his composure, Celeste struck again, not giving him the chance he needed.

She closed the distance between herself and her opponent and then went below with one hand drawn backward. She coated her palm which now folded into a fist with magic essence and in one second, she brought it forward.

Boooom!

The blow connected with her opponent's chest.

Crack!

Even amidst the disaster, the clear sound of bones breaking rang out.

Her opponent was thrown into the air, landing somewhere close to the end of the platform.

Bang!

He collapsed and refused to move, remaining there like a corpse.

One down.

Daveon unleashed his first volley—three spiraling flame lances that exploded in the air just behind Tavros' team, cutting off their retreat and forcing them forward.

"Anaya, right!" Damon shouted.

She veered off and disappeared into a low trench, only to reappear behind the enemy spellcaster and slice through the man's focus rune with a clean arc of her dagger.

His spell shattered.

Next, her dagger sank into the man's abdomen. "Arrghhhh!" He screamed in pain but Celeste arrived at that moment.

With an essence infused blow to the head, their opponent went down hard.

Kaelis arrived last.

But her timing?

Perfect.

She and her three remaining teammates emerged from the shifting northwest slope of the arena, perfectly in sync, every step measured, every spell charged.

Kaelis raised her glaive and pointed it toward the beacon.

"Secure the middle," she ordered. "Don't engage unless engaged. Let the other two bleed."

But her second-in-command called out, "Crowgarth is almost broken already!"

"Almost isn't good enough. Hold."

Tavros was bleeding.

His hammer was now cracked along the head. His breaths came in ragged bursts.

But he wasn't stopping.

He swung again—wild, wide arcs meant to knock Damon off his feet.

Damon ducked under the last blow and drove his fist into Tavros' ribs, then followed it with a knee to the gut.

Tavros coughed blood.

"You're not strong enough," Damon said coldly, slashing once across Tavros' thigh and then again across the side of his hammer arm.

"Ahhhhh!!" Tavros stumbled, screaming, but still tried to raise his weapon.

Damon didn't give him the chance.

He drove his sword into the edge of the platform, kicked Tavros' chest with one foot, and used the rebound to vault backward to safety.

Tavros toppled.

A flash of blue light engulfed him.

Crowgarth's leader was withdrawn.

Crowgarth had lost its head.

As Tavros vanished, Kaelis made her move.

She darted forward, her team fanning out into a wedge.

Celeste noticed. "Thornevale's pushing!"

Daveon nodded. "I'll hold their mages off!"

He raised both hands and summoned flame mines—small spinning wheels of magic essence that embedded themselves into the ground near the beacon.

"They move, they explode."

Damon turned to his team. "Priority: control the center."

Celeste planted her feet near the beacon. "Let them come."

Anaya flanked left.

Kaelis reached the edge of the raised beacon stand.

She paused.

Met Damon's gaze.

No trickery. No play.

Then she said something no one expected.

"Split the time. Half for us. Half for you."

Damon's brows furrowed. "Why?"

Kaelis' voice remained level. "Because you earned it. And because I'm not sending my team into another bloodbath when we can both win. Besides, we still have one last test. I'd like for my teammates to be in good shape for that test."

Anaya whispered to Damon. "She's serious."

Daveon lowered one mine.

Celeste slowly raised her shield.

Damon said nothing.

Then…

He nodded.

"Half. But no second chances."

The beacon pulsed.

The platform beneath it stopped moving.

Color spread through the arena's terrain—shifting from red to violet, then to golden white.

The voice of Dean Oryll echoed across the colosseum:

"The Final Beacon has been stabilized."

"Two teams remain in command."

"Crowgarth, eliminated. Wyrmere, withdrawn. The Trial of Collapse is complete."

The crowd erupted.

Thunderous applause, gasps, some even roaring in disbelief.

On the viewing platform, Lord Terrace exhaled softly.

Godsthorn grinned.

Lady Reyla rolled her eyes. "Of course he didn't share. But a shared victory's still a victory."

Razel Acheon leaned forward, finally breaking his silence.

"That wasn't just victory."

He smiled faintly.

"That was politics. Now, she owes him."

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