Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 272: Fail safe

Lucas limped through the gleaming corridors of the Nexus Arena, each step was a battle against his battered body. The pristine white walls were complete opposites to the blood-soaked battlefield he'd left behind. Evidence of his confrontation with the commander had been wiped clean from his appearance—mostly. He'd managed to find replacement clothes in the laundry room, but nothing could hide the bruises blooming across his face or the way he favored his left leg.

The main hall stretched before him, mercifully empty save for a few scattered students. Lucas kept his head down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Find Kelvin. Find Sophie. Find Noah. Simple objectives to keep his exhausted mind centered.

"Well, well. Look what hatched out,"

The voice stopped Lucas cold. He didn't need to look up to recognize that smug, self-satisfied tone. Jayden Smoak—number one student of Academy Eight and self-appointed thorn in Lucas's side since their first year.

Lucas raised his head slowly, conserving energy even in this small motion. Jayden stood blocking his path, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Beside him stood Diana Frost, her blue eyes calculating as they took in Lucas's condition.

"Not now, Smoak," Lucas muttered, attempting to step around them.

Jayden shifted, maintaining the blockade. "Rough night, Grey? You look like you went ten rounds with a category four beast—and lost."

Diana's lips curled into a cold smile. "Academy Twelve's golden boy not looking so golden anymore," she observed, her voice carrying that familiar Academy Eight accent—cultured, precise, and perpetually condescending. "Did they finally realize you're not as special as they think?"

Lucas stared at them, too tired to manufacture even an ounce of the rivalry that typically fueled their interactions. In the wake of what he'd just experienced—the commander, dark chi, the Purge's plans—these petty academy politics felt absurdly trivial.

"Move," he said simply, his voice low and devoid of its usual edge.

Something in his tone must have registered with Diana. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features as she took in the deadness in his gaze. She subtly shifted her weight, no longer fully committed to the confrontation.

Jayden, however, missed the signal entirely.

"Or what, Grey? You'll call for backup? Where's your shadow anyway? Eclipse missing his master?" Jayden's smirk widened. "Or did he finally realize hitching his wagon to you was a losing bet?"

Lucas felt something cold solidify in his chest. Under normal circumstances, he would have traded barbs, maybe even enjoyed the verbal sparring. But now, with Noah possibly in danger, with the commander's warning about infiltration echoing in his mind, with the realization that greater threats lurked within the Ark than anyone realized—he had no patience left.

"Last chance," Lucas said quietly, electricity flickering briefly between his fingers—involuntary, a sign of how close his control was to slipping.

Diana caught it immediately. Her hand shot out, gripping Jayden's arm with surprising force. "Let's go," she said, her eyes never leaving Lucas's face. "We have training scheduled."

"What? But we just—" Jayden began, then fell silent as he finally registered the subtle charge building in the air around Lucas. For all his bravado, Jayden wasn't stupid. He recognized genuine danger when he saw it.

"Right," he said, recovering quickly. "Lucky for you, Grey, we have more important things to do than babysit Academy Twelve rejects. I'll see you at the finals!!"

They stepped aside, Diana pulling Jayden along more forcefully than necessary. As Lucas passed, Diana murmured, just loud enough for him alone to hear: "Whatever happened, don't bring it to our doorstep."

Lucas didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge he'd heard. He simply continued forward, his focus narrowing once more to his objectives. Find Kelvin. Find Sophie. Find Noah.

The dormitory wing was quieter than usual, most students either in leisure areas or training sessions at this hour. Lucas made his way to the secure room Kelvin had established as their unofficial headquarters—the maintenance closet he'd converted into a tech hub through liberal application of both his ability and several blatant violations of security protocols.

The door was locked, but the security panel flashed green immediately upon recognizing Lucas's biometrics. Inside, screens glowed with their usual array of data streams and monitoring programs, but the chair where Kelvin typically perched was conspicuously empty.

Lucas frowned, scanning the room for any indication of where his friend might have gone. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. No signs of struggle. Just absence.

Next stop: Sophie's quarters.

The walk felt longer than it should have, each corridor stretching endlessly before him as fatigue weighed heavier with every step. By the time he reached Sophie's door, Lucas's vision had begun to blur around the edges, the aftermath of Soul Form sapping what little energy he had left.

The door to Sophie's room stood slightly ajar—unusual for someone as methodically private as Sophie. Lucas approached cautiously, combat instincts overriding exhaustion. He pushed the door open with two fingers, muscles tensing in preparation for whatever might lie beyond.

What greeted him wasn't danger, but impossibility.

Frost coated every surface of Sophie's typically immaculate room. The walls, the furniture, the floor—all encased in a layer of ice so thick it distorted the shapes beneath. Lucas's breath misted in the freezing air as he stepped inside, ice crunching under his boots.

"Sophie?" he called, his voice echoing strangely in the frozen space. "Kelvin?"

Nothing.

Lucas moved deeper into the room, cataloging details with practiced precision despite his exhaustion. No signs of a struggle. No blood. Just ice—unnatural in its uniformity and persistence in the climate-controlled environment of the arena.

On Sophie's desk, a datapad lay encased in frost. Lucas carefully picked it up, brushing away enough ice to activate the screen. It flickered to life, displaying a recent communications log. The last message had been sent to the hangar bay operations center, requesting clearance for an unscheduled departure.

Lucas set the datapad down, frowning. They'd left. All of them. But where? And why?

More importantly—where was Noah?

Lucas had searched the submarine docks thoroughly after his fight with the Purge commander. No sign of his friend. He'd assumed—hoped—that meant Noah had made it back to the Nexus before him. But this... this suggested otherwise.

The ice was the key. Unnaturally persistent, defying the Nexus's environmental controls.

Could this be connected? Lucas reached out, touching the ice-covered wall. It felt wrong—not just cold, but somehow active, as if the ice itself possessed a kind of awareness.

Lucas turned and left Sophie's quarters, new purpose driving his tired limbs. If they'd requested hangar clearance, they were taking a ship. But to where?

He needed answers, and he needed them now.

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"Hold him steady!" Sophie shouted over the alarming whine of the ship's straining engines.

Kelvin had one hand on Noah's shoulder, the other frantically working the ship's controls as systems began failing one by one. "I'm trying! But in case you haven't noticed, we're flying a popsicle!"

The transport ship—a sleek falcon 340 meant for rapid deployment of small teams—shuddered around them as frost crept across its surfaces, both inside and out. Warning lights bathed the cockpit in pulsing red, and automated alerts competed for attention over the speakers.

"Environmental control failure. Engine coolant system compromised. Navigation systems compromised."

Noah lay strapped to a medical gurney in the ship's small cargo area, his face contorted in pain. Ice crystals formed in his hair and along his eyelashes, and with each labored breath, a small cloud of frost escaped his lips.

"His core temperature is dropping," Sophie reported, checking the medical scanner. "How far are we from the morgue?"

Kelvin glanced at the navigation display, jaw tightening as he watched ice spread across it, obscuring the digital readout. "Fifteen minutes at current speed. But at this rate, we might not make it that far."

Sophie moved closer to Noah, placing a hand on his forehead. She flinched at the cold but didn't pull away. "Noah. Noah, can you hear me?"

Noah's eyelids fluttered, but didn't open. Sophie turned to Kelvin, worry evident in her expression.

"What the hell did he face down there?" she asked, not for the first time since they'd found him. "The Purge operative he mentioned in his message?"

Kelvin shook his head, fingers dancing across the controls as he tried to reroute power to failing systems. "Had to be. Lucas also encountered someone and he isn't back. Maybe ..." He trailed off, the implications clear. Neither Lucas nor Noah had returned on schedule. Whatever they'd encountered had been serious.

"I'm sure it is void sickness," Sophie said, glancing back at him. "Last time this happened, he needed entropy energy. Decay."

"Hence the morgue," Kelvin agreed grimly. "But this is worse than last time. Much worse." He gestured at the spreading frost. "His abilities never manifested physically like this before. It's like—"

"Like they're leaking," Sophie finished. "Pushing through whatever barrier usually contains them."

A sudden violent shudder ran through the ship, causing both of them to grab for support. The lights flickered, then stabilized at half brightness.

"Primary thrusters failing," the automated system announced with inappropriate calm. "Switching to secondary propulsion."

Kelvin swore under his breath. "At this rate, we'll drop out of the sky before we reach the morgue."

Behind them, a sharp intake of breath cut through their conversation. Sophie whirled around to find Noah's eyes open, alert and filled with a clarity that hadn't been there before. He struggled against the restraints holding him to the gurney.

"Noah!" Sophie exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Thank god. You're awake."