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

[LOCATION: Ares Fleet Formation - Main Briefing Room]

[LOCAL TIME: 06:42 Fleet Standard]

[AMBIENT TEMPERATURE: 24°C | Emergency Lighting: Active]

Noah returned to the briefing room expecting to find Kelvin and Lyra deep in calculations, probably arguing over some obscure mathematical principle while surrounded by star charts and holographic displays. Instead, he walked into a scene that made his blood freeze.

Kelvin sat motionless in his chair, shadow tendrils wrapped around his torso and arms like living restraints. His eyes were completely black—the same inhuman darkness they'd seen in the suicide operatives. But he was breathing, conscious, just... empty.

Lyra stood behind him, one hand resting casually on Kelvin's shoulder, her own eyes matching that same terrible blackness.

"Hello, Noah," she said pleasantly, as if they were meeting for lunch instead of a standoff. "Perfect timing."

Noah's hand moved instinctively folded into a fist, but Lyra's smile sharpened.

"I wouldn't," she said, her grip tightening on Kelvin's shoulder. "One thought from me, and his own shadow tears his heart out from the inside. You've seen how our operatives can kill themselves, haven't you? Same principle, except I'm controlling his shadow instead of him controlling his own."

Noah forced himself to stillness, void energy circulating beneath his skin but contained. "What do you want?"

"Two simple things. First, you're going to release our operative from your domain. Right now."

"And second?"

"You're going to sever your domain link with Kelvin. I know you can appear at his side instantly, and that makes extraction... complicated."

Noah studied her face, looking for traces of the teammate he'd known for months. There were none. Whatever was looking back at him had been wearing Lyra's face like a mask, and now the mask was off.

"I suspected there was a mole on the team," Noah said quietly. "How did the Eighth know our moves on Earth? How did they track me to Bruce's location? How did they find us at the underwater facility?" He shook his head. "I always suspected, but I trusted you. That was my mistake."

"Trust is a weakness," Lyra replied. "The Eighth taught me that many years ago."

Noah's mind raced through implications he didn't want to accept. 'How long ago? How is this possible? And how does she have shadow abilities when she's supposed to be a shapeshifter? Dual abilities don't work like that.'

Even second and third generation awakened humans developed related powers—fire users might gain steam or heat manipulation, water users could develop ice abilities. But shapeshifting and shadow manipulation were completely unconnected power sets.

'Unless she was never a shapeshifter at all.'

"How do I know you'll keep your word about Kelvin if I cut the domain link?" Noah asked. "It's not like you can actually tell if the connection is gone."

Lyra's smile turned predatory. "Simple. The moment you appear at his side—if you can appear at his side—we'll know the link is still active. I dare you to try."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Go ahead, Noah. Void blink to his position. See what happens to his internal organs when I get surprised."

Noah felt the trap closing around him. She was right—any attempt to rescue Kelvin directly would give her the excuse she needed to kill him.

"This isn't the right thing to do, Lyra."

"My name isn't Lyra," she said simply. "And I'm doing this for the continuity. The one you call the Eighth will live and reign supreme, as he has for a thousand years."

Noah sighed, recognizing the same fanatical devotion they'd encountered in the suicide operatives. Whatever organization the Eighth had built, it created believers who would sacrifice anything for their cause.

"Fine," he said quietly.

Purple void energy erupted in the center of the room as the elite operative materialized, still bound in the restraints Noah had used during his capture. The man's eyes went immediately to the scene—Kelvin bound by shadow tendrils, Lyra's black eyes, Noah standing helplessly to the side.

Understanding dawned on the elite's face. He lunged toward Noah with murderous intent, shadow blades forming around his hands even as the void restraints dissolved.

"Stand down, soldier," Lyra commanded sharply.

The elite stopped mid-attack, his body going rigid with military discipline despite his obvious desire to kill Noah.

"I have direct orders for a quiet extraction," Lyra continued. "Go fetch the telepath and destroy all research materials. Leave no trace of what we discovered here."

The operative moved with professional efficiency. Shadow energy poured from his hands, enveloping the holographic displays, star charts, and computational equipment they'd been using. Machines sparked and died as darkness consumed their memory banks. Paper charts crumbled to ash as shadow tendrils wrapped around them.

Noah watched in silence as hours of work vanished in seconds. Every piece of evidence, every calculation, every step toward solving the riddle—erased.

"No sudden movements, Noah," Lyra warned, her voice carrying lethal certainty. "I know exactly what you're capable of. The moment I feel threatened, Kelvin's shadow crushes his heart. You've seen what our operatives can do to themselves—imagine what I can make his own shadow do to him."

Noah knew she wasn't bluffing. He'd watched the suicide operatives use their own abilities to kill themselves without a second thought. If Lyra could control Kelvin's shadow the same way...

'There's nothing I can do. Not directly.'

The elite returned minutes later, dragging Bruce behind him. The telepath's head was encased in a bubble of shadow that presumably prevented him from using his abilities or calling for help. His eyes were wide with fear and confusion, but he couldn't speak or project thoughts through the dark barrier.

"Goodbye, Noah Eclipse," Lyra said, her tone almost fond. "This has been a fun adventure, all the way from the Vanguard Force."

She blew him a kiss with mocking affection. "Do give my regards to the rest of the team. Tell them I enjoyed our time together, even if it was all a lie."

The floor beneath them began to ripple like liquid shadow. Lyra, Kelvin, Bruce, and the operative sank into the darkness as if it were quicksand, disappearing from sight until only normal floor remained.

Noah stood alone in the destroyed briefing room, surrounded by the ashes of their research and the weight of complete failure.

---

The remaining team members sat in King Aurelius's personal conference chamber, the silence heavy with shock and recrimination. They'd gathered to hear Noah's report about what happened, but the magnitude of the betrayal seemed to have stolen everyone's capacity for normal conversation.

Sophie's eyes were red from crying, her usual composure shattered by Kelvin's capture. She sat curled in her chair, occasionally wiping away tears that wouldn't stop coming.

Diana's fury radiated from her like heat from a furnace. Her hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her jaw tight with rage that had nowhere to go. Every few minutes she muttered something about what she'd do to Lyra when she got her hands on her.

Uncle Dom looked confused and hurt, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by bewilderment. He kept shaking his head as if trying to make sense of how someone they'd trusted could have deceived them so completely.

Lucas sat with his head in his hands, processing the severe implications of having an enemy agent embedded in their team for months. Every operation, every plan, every secret—all of it compromised.

Lucy maintained her royal composure, but Noah could see the strain in her posture, the way she held herself too rigidly to hide her emotional response.

King Aurelius and his wives occupied the far end of the table, their expressions showing sympathy mixed with the practical concern of allies whose plans had just been destroyed.

"I can't take this anymore," Noah said finally, breaking the oppressive silence. "Everyone deserves to know the truth."

All eyes turned to him, but he wasn't looking at any of them. His gaze was fixed on the table's surface as he prepared to reveal secrets.

"This was part of the plan. At least, Kelvin and I figured this part out on our own."

The silence that followed was different—sharper, more dangerous.

"After the fake kidnapping of King Aurelius, Kelvin came to me with his observations about a potential mole. We knew someone was feeding information to the Eighth, but we weren't sure who."

Diana stood up so fast her chair fell backward. Her fist connected with Noah's face before he could react, the impact snapping his head to the side and splitting his lip.

"Why wouldn't you tell us?" she shouted, hitting him again. "Why would you keep that from the team?"

Noah didn't try to block her strikes, accepting them as his due. "Because we weren't sure who the mole was."

Diana's laugh was bitter and sharp. "Oh really? Let me guess—you for sure didn't think it was your dearest girlfriend Sophie, right?" She gestured mockingly toward Sophie, who was staring at Noah with hurt and confusion. "And it sure as hell couldn't have been Lucas, your number one student from the academy."

She spun around, her fury expanding to encompass the entire room. "And Princess Lucy? No way she could be a traitor, not when she's got eyes for our heroic dragon rider. Uncle Dom? Couldn't be him either, because the man's crazy—so crazy his own father put him in a psych ward and his brother never thought to free him!"

Diana's voice rose with each accusation, her pain and anger spilling out in a torrent of recrimination. "So that left two potential suspects, didn't it? Me—because I was from School Eight while you were from School Twelve. And Lyra—because she was just some girl we met at the Vanguard station after the interschool tournament."

She turned back to Noah, her eyes blazing. "Was I missing something? Because from where I'm standing, you and Kelvin decided to play detective with all our lives at stake!"

"Diana—" Lucas started, but she cut him off.

"Don't!" She whirled to face the rest of the team. "Don't any of you try to defend this! We're all sitting here like hypocrites, pretending this was some unavoidable tragedy when it was just another case of Noah thinking he could handle everything alone!"

She pointed at Lucy. "A princess in over her head, playing at being a soldier because it's more exciting than royal duties."

Her finger swung to Lucas. "A misguided leader who's so busy following his best friend that he's forgotten how to think for himself."

She turned to Uncle Dom. "A broken man who's been used as a pawn by his own family."

Finally, she looked at Sophie. "And you—sitting there crying over Kelvin when you should be furious that your boyfriend decided your feelings mattered less than his detective fantasies."

Diana grabbed her jacket from the back of her fallen chair. "I'm done. Done with the secrets, done with the plans within plans, done with being treated like I'm not trustworthy enough to handle the truth."

She headed toward the door, then paused and looked back. "For the record, I confessed my feelings to Kelvin back on Raiju Prime. So if your brilliant deduction skills had been working, you might have realized I had more reasons to protect him than betray him."

The door slammed behind her, leaving the rest of the team in stunned silence.

After several minutes, Lucas cleared his throat. "Since you and Kelvin came up with this plan, what's the way forward now?"

Noah said nothing.

"Noah?" Sophie's voice was quiet, tentative. "What do we do next?"

"We can't do anything for twelve hours," Noah said finally.

Diana's voice came from the doorway—she'd returned without anyone noticing. "Twelve hours? What kind of arbitrary—"

"If you don't trust me," Noah interrupted, "then trust Kelvin."

Diana stared at him for a long moment, then walked away again without another word.

One by one, the others began to leave. King Aurelius and his wives departed first, offering quiet words of support but recognizing that the team needed space to process their internal conflicts.

Uncle Dom left next, still looking confused and hurt. Lucy followed, her royal training helping her maintain dignity even in the face of emotional turmoil.

Lucas and Sophie were the last to go. Lucas stopped beside Noah's chair, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I trust you," he said simply. "I don't understand what you're doing, but I trust you."

Sophie approached after Lucas left, wrapping her arms around Noah from behind and holding him tightly.

"I trust you to figure this out," she whispered in his ear. "Whatever plan you and Kelvin made, I believe in both of you."

She kissed his cheek gently, then left him alone in the conference room.

Noah sat in silence for several minutes, processing the weight of his friends' disappointment and anger. He understood their feelings—he'd made choices that hurt people he cared about, kept secrets that endangered lives, prioritized mission success over team cohesion.

But he also knew that some plans required sacrifice, and some secrets had to be kept until the right moment.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device—something that looked like a standard communication unit but bore subtle modifications that suggested more sophisticated capabilities.

"Come on, Kelvin," he muttered, staring at the inactive screen. "Come on."