Re-Awakened: I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

As they walked deeper into the ship, Theron began what could only be described as an enthusiastic tour guide presentation. "The entire fleet operates on collective molten energy distribution," he explained, gesturing toward the glowing channels that ran through the walls around them. "Each vessel contributes to and draws from a shared power grid that makes the formation essentially one massive engine."

Kelvin's eyes lit up with fascination. "Like a coal system! The old Earth trains that used combustion engines, except instead of individual locomotives, you've got a whole network sharing the same fire source!"

"That's remarkably astute," Theron said with obvious approval. "Though our system is considerably more sophisticated. The molten energy isn't just for propulsion—it powers our life support, our manufacturing systems, our defensive networks, everything."

Lyra was frantically taking notes, in her eyes, you could see her mind trying to process the engineering implications. "But how do you maintain structural integrity with that much thermal energy flowing through the ship's systems? The expansion and contraction cycles alone should cause metal fatigue—"

"That's the beautiful part!" Kelvin interrupted, his enthusiasm building as he studied the wall patterns with his enhanced senses. "The ships aren't fighting the thermal expansion—they're designed around it! The hull materials must be some kind of adaptive composite that gets stronger under heat stress rather than weaker!"

"Exactly!" Theron beamed at Kelvin's understanding. "The hull plating is forged from Category 4 salamander hide bonded with heat-reactive ceramics. The higher the temperature, the more resilient the structure becomes."

Lyra shook her head in amazement. "That's incredible engineering. The amount of research and development required to create materials that work against conventional physics..."

"Generations of work," Theron agreed proudly. "The current formation represents over two centuries of continuous refinement and improvement."

Noah and Sophie walked slightly behind the others, content to absorb the tour without commentary. The ship around them was unlike anything they'd encountered—not just the technology, but the atmosphere itself. Where Raiju Prime felt organized and purposeful, this place hummed with barely contained energy that seemed almost alive.

They passed through a series of chambers that showcased different aspects of Ares culture. Noah glimpsed workshops where artisans forged metals at temperatures that should have been lethal to human beings, gymnasiums where people sparred with weapons that glowed like miniature stars, and living quarters that looked more like luxury suites than military accommodations.

"The king maintains his court in the central palace structure," Theron continued as they boarded what appeared to be an internal transport pod. "But first, you'll want to see how the collective system operates from our observation deck."

The transport pod accelerated through what seemed like a hollow tube connecting different sections of the ship. Through the transparent walls, Noah could see more of the molten energy flowing in complex patterns, creating a living map of the vessel's internal systems.

"The energy distribution follows organic principles rather than mechanical ones," Theron explained as they traveled. "Instead of rigid pipeline systems, we use adaptive flow networks that adjust to demand and optimize efficiency automatically."

When they emerged from the transport tube onto the observation deck, the view took everyone's breath away. They were positioned to look out at the fleet formation from within, and the sight was beyond anything their imaginations had prepared them for.

Streams of red energy flowed between every ship like luminous blood vessels, creating a three-dimensional web that pulsed with synchronized rhythm. The smaller vessels orbited around larger ones in patterns that reminded Noah of planetary systems, while the massive central structure served as the heart of an organism spanning dozens of cubic kilometers.

"Holy shit," Kelvin whispered, his usual eloquence completely abandoned. "It's not just ships sharing power—it's a single living entity distributed across multiple bodies. They've created a space-born life form!"

Theron nodded with obvious pride. "The Eternal Pyre formation has been evolving for over fifty years. Each new vessel added to the collective enhances the capabilities of the whole. We've become something greater than the sum of our individual parts."

"But how do you navigate?" Lyra asked, her mind reeling from the complexity. "Coordinating the movement of hundreds of vessels, accounting for gravitational effects, avoiding collisions..."

"The collective consciousness handles navigation automatically," Theron replied. "No individual pilot could coordinate movement on this scale, but the shared intelligence that emerges from our network can process variables faster than any conventional computer system."

Uncle Dom was nodding enthusiastically. "Hive mind principles! Applied to interstellar governance! I always said the Ares family had the most innovative approach to social organization!"

"It's not a hive mind exactly," Theron corrected gently. "Individual consciousness is preserved, but we share certain cognitive processes. Think of it as voluntary collective intelligence rather than imposed unity."

The transport pod carried them through several more sections of the ship, each one demonstrating different aspects of Ares society. They passed through what appeared to be a massive greenhouse where fruits and vegetables grew under artificial suns, their rapid growth accelerated by the ambient thermal energy. Markets sold goods from across the galaxy, their vendors calling out prices in currencies Noah had never heard of.

Children played in spaces designed specifically for their safety and enjoyment, their laughter echoing through chambers where the temperature was carefully regulated to comfortable levels. Adults moved through the corridors with the confident ease of people living exactly the life they'd chosen.

"This is incredible," Sophie said quietly, speaking for the first time during their tour. "You've essentially created a civilization that can go anywhere, do anything, without being tied to specific territory."

"Freedom of movement, freedom of choice, freedom from the constraints that bind planet-based societies," Theron agreed. "We follow our interests wherever they lead us, form alliances based on genuine connection rather than geographic necessity."

When they finally reached the royal palace section of the central structure, Noah found himself staring at architecture that defied easy description. The walls seemed to flow like lava that had been frozen mid-motion, their surfaces shifting between deep red and molten gold. The corridors were wider than anything they'd seen elsewhere, with ceiling that arched high overhead in organic curves that created perfect acoustics.

"His Majesty maintains his court in the Grand Hall," Theron explained as they approached massive double doors that looked like they'd been carved from a single piece of volcanic glass. "But he prefers to receive guests in a more informal setting first. If you'll follow me..."

The informal setting turned out to be a feast hall that could have accommodated several hundred people, its long tables laden with dishes that steamed with their own internal heat. The air was rich with spices that made Noah's mouth water despite having eaten breakfast only a few hours earlier.

"Please, sit wherever you're comfortable," Theron said, gesturing toward the abundant feast. "His Majesty will join you shortly, but he insists that guests should never wait for food when they're hungry."

Noah settled into a chair next to Sophie, still taking in the incredible variety of dishes spread before them. Some looked familiar—roasted meats, fresh fruits, bread that smelled like home. Others were completely alien, glowing with internal heat or shifting colors as they watched.

"What's this?" Kelvin asked, pointing to something that looked like pasta but moved on its own.

"Living noodles," Theron replied casually. "They're perfectly safe—the movement just indicates freshness. Best eaten while they're still active."

Kelvin stared at his plate. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"Moving food," Uncle Dom said helpfully, already sampling something that appeared to be breathing. "Excellent protein content, very flavorful. Though I suppose it's an acquired taste."

Before Kelvin could respond with what was undoubtedly going to be a horrified commentary on living cuisine, the feast hall's main doors burst open with enough force to rattle the dishes on the tables.

The man who strode through the entrance commanded immediate attention.

He was tall—easily six and a half feet—with the kind of broad shoulders and confident bearing that spoke of both physical prowess and absolute authority. His hair was a brilliant red-gold color that seemed to flicker like flame, and his eyes were the deep amber of molten metal. He wore robes that appeared to be cut from crystallized fire.

But it wasn't his appearance that filled the room with energy—it was his presence. The man radiated enthusiasm and confidence like a personal weather system, and when he smiled, it was with the kind of infectious joy that made everyone around him want to smile back.

"My friends!" he declared, his voice booming across the feast hall with theatrical projection. "Welcome to the Eternal Pyre! I am King Aurelius Ares, and you have made this humble fleet infinitely more interesting by your presence!"

The entire team rose to their feet automatically, their military training overriding their surprise at his dramatic entrance. But Aurelius waved off their formal postures with cheerful dismissal.

"None of that ceremonial nonsense!" he said, moving directly toward Lucy with arms spread wide. "Princess Lucy Grey, you are even more beautiful than the stories suggested!"

He took her hand and kissed it with old-world gallantry, his eyes twinkling with appreciation. "The lightning that flows in your veins has blessed you with elegance worthy of legend itself."

Lucy's composure, which had remained intact through cosmic entities and space battles, actually wavered slightly under Aurelius's focused attention. "Your Majesty is too kind."

"Impossible! Kindness is only excessive when directed toward those who don't deserve it!" Aurelius turned toward Uncle Dom, his expression shifting to something more respectful. "Prince Dominic Grey, brother to the noble Damien. Your reputation as a scholar and visionary precedes you, sir."

Uncle Dom beamed under the attention, straightening his disheveled appearance slightly. "Your Majesty remembers me! Though I fear my recent accommodations haven't been conducive to maintaining royal appearances."

"Appearances matter far less than substance," Aurelius replied with conviction. "And your substance, Prince Dominic, has always been exemplary."

He moved to Lucas next, clasping the younger man's shoulders with obvious warmth. "Prince Lucas Grey! The wandering son returns! I have followed your exploits with the EDF with great interest and greater pride. To see a fellow royal serve with such distinction..."

Lucas found himself smiling despite his usual reserve around new people. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Though I should point out that my teammates deserve most of the credit for any success we've achieved."

"Modesty!" Aurelius declared with delight. "I see the Grey family continues to produce leaders of proper character!"

He moved through the rest of the team with the same focused enthusiasm, greeting each member with personal attention that made them feel like the most important person in the room. When he reached Noah, his expression shifted to something more appraising.

"And you must be Noah Eclipse," Aurelius said, his voice carrying a note of genuine respect. "The SSS-ranked soldier who has been reshaping the balance of power in our ongoing conflicts."

Noah extended his hand, which Aurelius grasped with a firm grip that suggested considerable physical strength. "Your Majesty. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us."

"The pleasure is entirely mine!" Aurelius stepped back and gestured grandly toward the feast table. "But we'll discuss business later! First, you must experience proper Ares hospitality!"

He moved toward the hall's side entrance, where Noah noticed a group of women waiting with the kind of patient composure that suggested they'd been there for some time. As Aurelius beckoned them forward, Noah counted fourteen figures, each one dressed in flowing robes.

"My dear friends," Aurelius announced with obvious pride and affection, "allow me to introduce my beloved companions!"

He gestured toward the first woman, a striking brunette with eyes like polished copper. "This radiant creature is Lyanna, my first wife and the heart of my personal household!"

"First wife?" Kelvin's voice cracked slightly, his cybernetic arms twitching with surprise.

But Aurelius was already moving to the second woman, a blonde woman who had several ornaments on her that she looked like a Christmas tree. "The incomparable Sera—not your Sera," he added with a wink, "but my Sera, whose wisdom in matters of fleet coordination is matched only by her beauty!"

He continued down the line with infectious enthusiasm, introducing each wife with personalized praise that spoke of genuine affection rather than mere ceremony. "The brilliant Thessa! The courageous Marina! The innovative Petra!"

As the introductions continued, Noah watched his teammates' faces with growing amusement. Diana was maintaining her composed expression through pure willpower, but her eyes were widening with each new introduction. Sophie looked like she was trying not to laugh. Lucas appeared to be having some kind of internal crisis about royal etiquette.

"The artistic Liora! The strategic Vanna! The diplomatic kora!" Aurelius's voice never lost its enthusiasm as he continued the parade of introductions.

Uncle Dom was nodding along with obvious approval, as if polygamous royal marriages were the most natural thing in the galaxy. "Excellent choices, Your Majesty! A proper royal household requires diverse talents and perspectives!"

"The magical Zira! The brilliant Nora! The spirited Tara!" Aurelius had reached the final few wives, his presentation becoming even more theatrical.

Kelvin was staring at the assembled women with the expression of someone watching a natural phenomenon he'd never expected to encounter. His mouth opened and closed several times without producing sound.

"And finally," Aurelius announced, reaching the last woman in line, "my newest bride, the incomparable Vera, whose skill in matters of thermal engineering has revolutionized our entire fleet's efficiency systems!"

He spread his arms wide, encompassing all fourteen wives with obvious pride and affection. "Together, they form the heart of Ares governance, each one contributing essential expertise to our collective success!"

The silence that followed was broken by Kelvin finally finding his voice.

"What the fuck?!" he exploded, his cybernetic arms gesticulating wildly as he stared at the assembled group. "Fourteen wives?! Your Majesty, I thought my dad was ambitious when he married his second trophy wife, but this is—this is like collecting royalty like they're trading cards!"

The feast hall erupted in laughter—not mockery, but genuine amusement at Kelvin's outburst. Even Aurelius was grinning as he watched the young technician process what he was seeing.

"Kelvin!" Lucas hissed, mortified by his friend's lack of diplomatic filter.

"No, no, it's perfectly understandable!" Aurelius laughed, his voice booming across the hall. "Young man, I admire your honesty! Yes, I have fourteen wives, and I love each one of them desperately! It's the Ares way—when you find excellence, you embrace it completely!"

Kelvin's brain seemed to short-circuit as he tried to process this information. "But... but how do you even... I mean, the logistics alone... when do you have time to... and what about birthdays? Do you remember fourteen different anniversaries?"

"Kelvin," Sophie said urgently, "maybe we should—"

"No, let him ask!" Aurelius declared with obvious delight. "These are excellent questions! The answer, young technician, is that love multiplies rather than divides! Each relationship enhances the others, and together we have created something more beautiful than any of us could achieve individually!"

Noah watched the exchange with fascination, noting how Aurelius's wives were smiling at Kelvin's shocked questions rather than taking offense. This was clearly a household accustomed to explaining their unconventional arrangement to visitors.

The king clapped his hands together with dramatic flair. "But enough about my domestic bliss! You've come seeking information, and information you shall have! Though first..." He gestured toward the laden tables around them. "We feast!"