Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner Chapter 711: A secret for two

Nobody officially announced that the warped room existed.

They didn’t need to.

Word moved through the Eternal Pyre the way word moved through any place where people lived close together, which was faster than anyone planned and in more directions than anyone tracked. By morning the corridor outside the former training room had a steady rotation of Ares citizens coming to look at it, not crowding, just stopping, looking through the doorway at the frozen concrete waves and the spiral beams and the bowl ceiling, and then moving on with the expression of people who had confirmed something they had been told and found the reality of it more than the telling had prepared them for.

An older man stood in the doorway for a full minute without saying anything. Then he looked at the person beside him and said something in Ares that the translation system rendered as "the floor is doing that on purpose."

"No," the person beside him said. "That’s just what happened to it."

The older man looked at the floor again. At the wave crests of frozen concrete running the length of the room. "It looks intentional," he said.

"It was," the person said. "Just not by the floor."

They moved on. Two more citizens took their place in the doorway.

A child got past the informal barrier that adults were maintaining of not actually stepping into the room and made it three steps across the warped floor before a hand appeared from behind them and pulled them back out by the collar.

"Can I just," the child started.

"No," the hand’s owner said.

"But the floor is—"

"I know what the floor is doing," the hand’s owner said. "You’re not doing it with it."

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Noah found out through Kelvin.

Specifically he found out because Kelvin appeared at his door at an hour that suggested he had been awake for some time and had things to report, and Noah opened the door and looked at him and Kelvin said "so the training room" and Noah said "which one" and Kelvin said "the one that isn’t a training room anymore" and that was how the conversation started.

They walked to the room.

Noah stood in the doorway and looked at the warped floor. At the wave crests. At the spiral beams. At the ceiling bowl. At the layer of residual something on every surface that had a faint dark red tint to it that was not paint and was not corrosion.

"Angel and Lila," Noah said.

"Angel and Lila," Kelvin confirmed.

"Sparring."

"Sparring," Kelvin said. "Yes. For training purposes. I was present for safety monitoring."

Noah looked at the ceiling bowl. At the beam that had been a straight structural support and was now a slow spiral. "Did the safety monitoring help."

"It helped me personally," Kelvin said. "I monitored very effectively. I documented everything. I was extremely responsible."

"And the room."

"The room made its own decisions," Kelvin said.

Noah looked at the floor one more time. At the frozen waves of reinforced concrete that had no business existing in a flat surface. He thought about the structural pulse he had felt in his quarters the night before while he was meditating, the deep shudder traveling up through the floor. He had registered it and continued the chi circulation because it hadn’t felt like a threat. Just something large happening somewhere else on the ship.

"Aurelius," Noah said.

"Knows," Kelvin said. "He authorized clearing the adjacent sections before the finale. He came by afterward apparently." Kelvin paused. "He told them to preserve it."

Noah looked at him. "Preserve it."

"As is," Kelvin said. "Don’t repair it."

Noah looked at the room one more time. At the warped impossible floor that two people had made by fighting through the structure of the building itself.

"Yeah," he said. "Okay."

They walked away from it and behind them two more Ares citizens appeared in the doorway to look.

Somewhere else, other people were doing different things with their mornings.

Without being at the headquarters, Sophie could afford herself of avoiding the headache that came with managing a faction.

Sophie had her door closed.

She had been up for an hour, which for Sophie meant she had already done three things and was on the fourth, but the fourth thing this morning was not work. The fourth thing this morning was the King’s Gaze sitting on her desk in front of her, the eye open, the blue of it steady and calm.

She had been thinking about Royal Decree from Noah’s system description again. Not because she hadn’t understood it the first time. Because she wanted to be precise about what she was working with before she tried it on anything that mattered.

Royal Decree. She said a word. Reality enforced it on whatever she was targeting within range. Fall. Halt. Break. Miss. Silence.

She looked around her room for something to test it on.

The water bottle on her shelf. Half full, sitting still, not doing anything worth commanding. She picked up the King’s Gaze and held it and looked at the water bottle and said "rise."

Nothing happened.

She looked at the eye. The eye looked back.

She tried again. "Rise."

The water bottle stayed where it was.

’Okay,’ she thought. ’So it’s not that simple. The system said targets within range. Maybe it needs a clearer target. Maybe rise isn’t a category it recognizes. The examples were fall, halt, break, miss, silence. Action words. Commands that had a clear outcome attached to them.’

She looked at the water bottle.

"Fall," she said.

The water bottle fell off the shelf.

Not slowly. Not with the gradual tipping of something losing its balance. It was on the shelf and then it was on the floor, the transition between those two states faster than the physics of it suggested it should be.

Sophie looked at it on the floor.

Then at the King’s Gaze in her hand.

The eye blinked.

She set the weapon down on the desk and stood up and walked to the viewport and looked at the stars outside and thought about what it meant that she had told an inanimate object to fall and it had fallen faster than gravity alone explained.

’The system description said reality enforces it,’ she thought. ’Not that the target moves. Not that force is applied. Reality enforces it. Which means the mechanism isn’t physical. It’s something else. Something that operates at a level underneath the physical.’

She picked up the King’s Gaze again.

Looked at the fallen water bottle.

"Rise," she said.

The water bottle rose from the floor. Smoothly, directly upward, and settled back on the shelf in its original position.

Sophie stood very still.

Then she walked to the shelf and picked up the water bottle and held it and it was just a water bottle, plastic and half full, completely ordinary, and she set it back on the shelf and took three steps back and looked at it.

"Halt," she said, to nothing specific.

The room went quiet in a way that rooms didn’t usually go quiet. Not silent. Just a quality of stillness that settled over everything in her immediate vicinity, the ambient vibration of the ship that you stopped hearing after the first day suddenly more noticeable in its absence from this small bubble around her.

Three seconds.

Then it came back.

She lowered the King’s Gaze and set it on the desk and sat on the edge of her bed and breathed.

The eye was still open. Still looking at her.

She reached out and turned it face down on the desk so the eye was against the surface.

Then she stood up and went to the small mirror on the wall and looked at her reflection.

Her eyes were faintly blue at the edges of the irises. Not brightly. Just there, the color sitting at the border between what was hers and what the weapon was doing.

She leaned closer.

The blue faded as she watched. Draining back to her natural color, the King’s Gaze face down on the desk no longer feeding whatever connection had been running.

She straightened up.

She was about to reach for her jacket when something happened.

"KILL THEM ALL" a voice said to her hearing.

The voice was not loud. It was not quiet. It arrived at a volume that had nothing to do with sound pressure and everything to do with proximity, the kind of volume that happened inside your head rather than in the room, clear and immediate and completely without source.

Sophie turned around.

The room was empty.

She looked at the door. Closed. She looked at the viewport. Stars. She looked at every corner of the room, at the desk, at the bed, at the shelf with the water bottle still sitting exactly where she had put it back.

Nobody.

She stood there for a moment.

Then she picked up her jacket and put it on and picked up the King’s Gaze from the desk and attached it to her side and walked to the door and opened it and walked out into the corridor.

Behind her on the desk, nothing. The room empty and quiet.

On her belt hung the King’s Gaze.

The eye opened.

And blinked once.

The corridor was quiet, just the fleet’s ambient hum and the distant sound of someone moving around further down. She walked without a destination, the King’s Gaze on her belt, that voice still sitting somewhere in the back of her head like something she kept almost touching and then losing.

Nobody had been in that room. She had looked properly. She was not the kind of person who didn’t look properly.

She kept walking.

The corridor curved and from behind a door to her left she heard impacts. Clean ones with intention behind them. And underneath the impacts something else, a sound that didn’t have a clean name, somewhere between a hiss and something wetter, the kind of sound the back of your neck registered before your brain caught up.

She pushed the door open.

Diana had her back to the entrance. The Shoal Shield was up and a construct was coming from the left, bipedal, grey rhino skin, moving with the particular confidence of something that had never needed to question its own durability. It hit the shield and the Living Reef absorbed everything and Diana was already pivoting, driving the shield’s edge into the construct’s shoulder joint while the Tidal Rebound released the stored force from the previous hit at the exact same moment. Two things arriving at one point simultaneously.

The construct came apart.

Another one came from the right while the first was still dissolving. Diana didn’t look at it. The quality of the shadow near the construct’s blind side changed and then Shade was there for exactly long enough, the corroding burst finding the joint between shoulder and torso and eating through before the nanotech could compensate. The construct’s arm dissolved. Shade was gone before it finished registering what had happened.

Diana caught it with the shield on the way down.

It didn’t get back up.

Two more came together from opposite sides.

Diana stepped back once. The orbital fragments broke from their circuits and went in six directions, not destroying, just disrupting, slowing the approach, buying the window. Shade materialized between the two constructs for two seconds, hit both, was gone. They dissolved mid-stride.

The last one stopped.

It stood there across the training space looking at Diana with the stillness of something that had watched everything in its group get taken apart and had arrived somewhere it didn’t like the look of.

Diana walked toward it.

Three steps. Four. The construct held its ground and then didn’t, turning and walking into the wall and dissolving.

Diana lowered the shield. The fragments slowed back to their resting circuits. She stood in the middle of the space breathing, nanotech residue and scuff marks and impact points on the floor around her.

From the far corner Shade walked out of nothing.

He crossed the space and stopped in front of her and looked at her with those pale amber eyes and said nothing because Shade never said anything. Diana held her fist out. He lowered his head and touched his nose to it, cold and deliberate.

"Again," Diana said.

Sophie watched from the doorway as the constructs began to reassemble.

She stood there a moment longer than she meant to, watching Diana and Shade move back to their starting positions, the ease between them, Diana not looking for him when the next round started because she didn’t need to look. She just trusted he was where he needed to be.

Sophie pulled the door closed quietly and kept walking.

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She found Noah coming the other way around a corner, and one look at his face told her he had already been to see the room.

"Judging by your expression," she said, falling into step beside him, "Kelvin gave you the full tour."

"Kelvin gave me the full tour," Noah said. "And a very detailed account of how responsible he was throughout." He glanced at her. "You look like you’ve been sitting with something since you woke up."

Sophie was quiet for a step or two. "Something happened this morning when I was testing the King’s Gaze. I put it down and I was about to leave the room and I heard a voice. Clear as anything, like someone standing right behind me."

Noah looked at her. "What did it say."

"Kill them all," Sophie said. Just flat. Putting it in the air where it could be looked at.

Noah was quiet.

"I turned around and there was nobody there," she said. "The room was empty. I checked every corner."

"Sovereign Sight," Noah said slowly. "It reads hostile intent. Hidden threats. If it picked something up from somewhere and pushed it through to you." He looked at the King’s Gaze on her belt. "It might not have been reading something current. Your probability field bends outcomes. The weapon is built around that. It might have been showing you something that hasn’t happened yet."

"A future threat," Sophie said.

"Or a current one from a direction we’re not looking at yet," Noah said.

Sophie looked at the weapon on her belt. The eye was open, looking forward down the corridor ahead of them.

"Either way," she said, "something out there wants everyone on this ship dead."

Noah had no answer for that that was useful so he didn’t offer one. They walked.

Then from behind them, Calder’s voice.

"Eclipse."

They both turned. He was coming down the corridor from the direction of the residential section, and the look on his face was the look of someone who had been deciding something for a while and had just finished deciding it.

He stopped when he reached them and looked at Sophie briefly. Not unfriendly. Just checking.

"I need a minute," he said, to Noah. "Private."

Sophie looked at Noah. Noah nodded once and she kept walking, her footsteps receding down the corridor.

Calder watched her go. Then looked at Noah and dropped his voice.

"There’s something I didn’t say in the meeting," he said. "When everyone was there." He paused. "Something I couldn’t say in front of Le’anna."

Noah held his gaze for a moment.

"Come on," he said.