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Chapter 3 - The First Summon

The air had changed.

 

Ashland Vale could feel it—not

with his skin, but with something beneath it. Like a second heartbeat ticking

behind his sternum. Ever since he shattered the obsidian mirror and overcame

the second trial, the oppressive weight of the Shadowlock Realm had lessened.

 

Just slightly. But enough to

notice.

 

The terrain around him was no

longer pure obsidian. The black stone had softened into a smoother texture,

dotted with glowing moss and twisted, dark-purple vines. Strange trees now

loomed—thin, tall things like petrified bone wrapped in ghostly silk, each one

pulsing with pale veins of light.

 

Ash kept walking.

 

He had no idea how long it had

been. Time didn't move right here. The sky above was still a whirl of colorless

gas and half-born constellations, shimmering like dreams he couldn't hold onto.

 

[System Progress: 6%]

 

He clenched his fist.

 

"Still not enough."

 

 

He didn't know he was being

watched.

 

A dozen eyes blinked open high in

the trees. Iridescent slits narrowed on his figure as he passed beneath. Wings

of folded darkness trembled. Talons shifted silently.

 

The creature didn't move yet.

 

It waited.

 

 

Ash paused near a small ravine,

kneeling beside a shallow stream of flowing silver liquid. It shimmered like

mercury, but radiated a cold so sharp it stung his teeth just being near it.

 

He dipped a piece of moss into

the stream, let it soak, and pressed it to the worst of his cuts. It burned—but

the pain cleared his mind.

 

"Still alive," he muttered.

"Still bleeding. Good sign."

 

His hands were trembling, but

less than yesterday. His body ached, but it moved when he told it to. His

instincts were sharper now. His awareness stretched farther. Something inside

him was awakening—and not just in the way the System described.

 

"A Binder," he said aloud.

"Primordial Binder."

 

The word still didn't make sense.

 

But every time he said it, it

felt… truer.

 

Then came the voice. Not from the

System. From the air.

 

"You speak your title aloud as if

you understand it."

 

Ash leapt to his feet, twisting,

fists raised.

 

Nothing behind him.

 

"Over here."

 

He spun again.

 

The shadows at the base of a

nearby bone-tree shifted—and a figure stepped out.

 

 

She was unlike anything he had

ever seen.

 

She looked mostly human—tall,

lithe, with sharp features and midnight-black hair that fell to her waist. Her

skin was pale, almost translucent, but shimmered faintly like oil on water. Her

eyes were glowing rings of violet and silver, with no visible pupils. And her

clothing… if it could be called that… was made of shifting strands of shadow

and dreamstuff that never stayed the same shape for more than a few seconds.

 

She was barefoot. She walked like

silence made flesh.

 

Ash stumbled back.

 

"Who—what—are you?"

 

The figure tilted her head

slightly.

 

"You don't remember me. That's

disappointing."

"But not unexpected. You haven't

unlocked your Path yet."

"Still, your scent…" Her eyes

narrowed. "Old. Woven. Chosen."

 

Ash's heart pounded.

 

"You're part of the Trial?"

 

She smiled. No warmth in it.

 

"In a manner of speaking."

 

Then she stepped forward and the

shadows behind her pulsed—and took form.

 

Out of the darkness rose a

creature. Massive. Feline in shape, but clearly not of the mortal world. Its

body was composed of silk-shadow and thorned armor, with glowing runes running

down its sides like tattoos. Its fangs were long enough to pierce steel, and

its tail ended in a scythe-like blade.

 

The woman placed a hand on its

head. It didn't growl. It purred.

 

"This is my Summon," she said

softly. "A Shadewarden. I am its Binder."

 

Ash stared. Blood thundered in

his ears.

 

"You're like me."

 

A smile touched her lips again,

this time with the faintest trace of amusement.

 

"Oh no, little ember. You are

like me."

 

 

[System Alert – Phase One: Final

Trial Initiated]

 

Trial Objective: Face the Shadow

Binder

Victory Condition: Endure for 5

minutes or Survive First Summon Attempt

Optional Objective: Impress the

Entity

 

Summon Access: Temporarily

Unsealed

 

 

Ash didn't have time to read the

rest.

 

The woman raised one hand—and the

world twisted.

 

The Shadewarden leapt, impossibly

fast.

 

Ash threw himself sideways just

in time. The ground where he had stood exploded in a flurry of claws and

shadow. The feline beast skidded across the terrain with unnatural grace,

turned, and came again.

 

"Don't fight it," the woman

called calmly. "You'll die. You're not ready."

 

She wasn't mocking him.

 

She was stating a fact.

 

Ash dodged again, barely. The

creature's claws grazed his shoulder. His shirt shredded. Blood welled.

 

He landed hard on his back.

 

"You cannot face shadow with

fists," she said. "You must Bind."

 

The words echoed inside him like

thunder.

 

Bind.

 

A pull opened in his chest.

 

He felt it now. Something waiting

behind a door he'd never known existed.

 

Something ancient. Something not

entirely human.

 

A memory that wasn't his

flickered in his mind—

 

Chains. Voices. Eyes in the dark.

A cage of stars. A name forgotten.

 

He screamed.

 

[System Access: Unlocked]

 

Initiating First Summon

 

The ground beneath Ash split in a

perfect circle. Runes erupted—old ones, nothing like the simple glyphs used by

other Classes. These were deep, carved into the very foundation of the Realm.

 

The Shadewarden froze mid-lunge.

 

So did its master.

 

Ash's eyes turned completely

violet.

 

"I call you forth," he whispered,

voice layered with other voices, ancient and echoing.

 

"From the Chains Beyond. From the

Vault of Silence. From the Sea of Broken Names—"

 

"I Bind thee."

 

 

And it answered.

 

 

From the circle, a shape

rose—shimmering, flickering, unstable. Humanoid. Female in shape, but cloaked

in fractured plates of dark armor that rippled like water. Her hair was a

cascade of white fire. Her eyes were like the Gatekeeper's—silver-blue flames

in empty sockets.

 

She knelt before him.

 

"My name," she said, "is Iriis."

 

"Bound. And yours."

 

 

Ash fell to his knees. The

Summoning circle vanished.

 

The world was silent.

 

Even the Shadewarden bowed its

head slightly, sensing the presence now radiating from Ash.

 

The woman across the field smiled

for real this time.

 

"He did it."

 

 

[System Alert: Trial Complete –

Phase One Passed]

 

First Summon: [Iriis – Bound

Sentinel of the Forgotten Court]

Summon Rank: ???

Bond Level: Initiated

 

New Trait Unlocked: [Primordial

Binding – Tier 1]

You may form contracts with sentient creatures from the Primordial Archive. Summons evolve alongside you.

 

Passive Ability Unlocked: [Memory

Share]

Allows transfer of knowledge, skill, and senses between Binder and Summon.

 

Progress: 15%

Access to Phase Two: Authorized

 

Ash breathed.

 

And for the first time in what felt like forever… he didn't feel alone.

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