I Summon Female Knights

The rain over Sector 4 had turned into a fine, warm mist that evaporated the instant it hit the scorched pavement.

Ignis hovered twenty feet in the air, his body shaking with a volatile mixture of manic fury and mounting terror. His A-Tier mana core was overdriven to its absolute limit, the six elemental fire cores surrounding his torso spinning so rapidly that they merged into a single, blinding halo of white-hot plasma. The air around him screamed, distorted by extreme thermal pressure.

”I am Ignis of Apex Guild!” he roared, his voice distorted by the raw elemental power surging through his vocal cords. ”I turned the Red Ridge Rift to ash! I slaughtered three B-Rank strike teams single-handedly! You are nothing! Nothing!”

He thrust both hands forward, pouring every drop of his remaining mana into a final, apocalyptic strike.

”Sol’s Wrath. Supernova Core!” Ignis roared, pushing his mana output to the limit.

A beam of blinding, incandescent white energy erupted from the spinning halo. The attack was a concentrated, six-foot-wide lance of pure stellar heat designed to bore through tungsten armor, bunker walls, and spatial barriers alike. The recoil slammed Ignis backward into the air, and the street below the trajectory of the beam instantly turned into a trench of bubbling, liquid glass.

Down on the street, Vanessa didn’t even move her feet.

She stood there, her white hooded mantle framing her calm, immaculate features. Her luminous violet eyes didn’t show a trace of alarm, fear, or strain. To her, this grand, desperate display of A-Tier pyromancy was nothing more than an unrefined temper tantrum thrown by a child playing with matches.

She raised her staff with a single, fluid motion of her slender, gloved wrist.

”Know your place,” Vanessa whispered, as if Ignis didn’t have the right to even hear her voice. She tapped the dark, thorny base of her staff against the shattered street, causing the central, hyper-dense core of royal purple light inside the staff’s head to collapse inward.

”Event Horizon Ward. Singularity Collapse...” Vanessa muttered, casting an A-Tier spell instantly. A microscopic, pitch-black point of spatial density materialized three feet directly in front of the catalyst staff, consuming all light. Around it, light was nonexistent.

The six-foot-wide lance of 5,000-degree white-hot plasma finally hit the microscopic black sphere, but there was no deafening explosion or a fiery shockwave.

The moment the blinding plasma beam made contact with the singularity, the superheated energy was violently bent, warped, and sucked directly into the microscopic point of dark spatial density. The roaring white lance was compressed down to a thin, swirling ribbon of orange light before vanishing entirely into the void.

Ignis’s eyes bulged out of his head as he continued to pour his core dry, screaming in sheer disbelief, but no matter how much superheated plasma he generated, the microscopic black sphere swallowed it effortlessly, like an ocean drinking a single drop of rain.

”My... my fire...” Ignis choked out, his arms trembling violently as his mana reserves hit absolute zero. ”Where... where did it go?!”

”It was weighed, measured, and discarded,” Vanessa said smoothly. She rotated her catalyst staff forty-five degrees, flicking the circular head toward the sky. The microscopic black sphere in front of her vanished, and instantly reappeared directly above Ignis’s head.

BOOM!

An overwhelming, multi-ton gravitational force slammed down upon the pyromancer like the invisible hand of a titan. The six spinning fire elemental cores around Ignis’s torso shattered instantly, exploding into harmless sparks under the sheer atmospheric pressure. The jets of fire supporting his boots died, and Ignis was slammed violently face-first into the concrete street below.

CRACK!

The asphalt shattered into a deep, six-foot crater around his body. The high-density composite armor covering his back crumpled like tin foil under the localized gravitational weight.

Ignis lay pinned in the crater, gasping frantically for air, his ribs cracked and his limbs completely paralyzed. Every time he tried to lift his head, the crushing pressure increased, threatening to flatten his internal organs into paste.

”Agh... mercy...” Ignis wheezed, his face buried in the mud and shattered stone. ”Please... Apex... Apex will pay... whatever you want...”

Vanessa walked slowly toward the edge of the crater, her dark rose-thorn mantle fluttering softly in the quiet night. She looked down at the defeated A-Tier commander with cold, aloof indifference, her glowing violet eyes offering no pity, and no warmth.

”Apex Guild has nothing that my Sovereign desires,” Vanessa spoke, her voice echoing through the silent street. ”Your lives, your contracts, and your guild are merely dust under his boots.”

She raised her staff, preparing to execute the pinned pyromancer with a final gravitational crush.

”Wait, Vanessa,” a deep, commanding voice echoed from above.

The voice was quiet, yet it carried an absolute authority that instantly froze Vanessa’s movement. She lowered her staff, turning her head back toward the elevated skyway.

Raphael stepped off the catwalk as if he was descending a flight of invisible marble stairs, his dark boots treading silently upon compressed spatial platforms. He landed softly beside Vanessa, his luminous silver eyes sweeping over the rain-slicked, ruined avenue.

Around them, the remaining fifty Apex contractors, who had been watching the total annihilation of their two A-Tier commanders in horror, dropped their weapons. Rifles, mana-launchers, and tactical sidearms clattered uselessly against the wet asphalt. They didn’t try to run or fight. The sheer pressure radiating from Raphael’s quiet presence, flanked by a True Dark Saintess, three void-iron titans, and a shadow phantom, had completely broken their will to resist.

Raphael looked down into the crater at the paralyzed, sobbing form of Ignis.

”Julian,” Raphael called out softly.

”Sovereign,” Julian’s voice replied instantly in his ear. ”The frequency jammed?”

”Open a direct, un-traceable line to Captain Vale’s private terminal at Bureau Command,” Raphael commanded smoothly. ”And patch it through my coat’s array.”

”Routing now, My Lord.”

A subtle blue holographic ring flickered near Raphael’s collar. A sharp burst of static sounded, followed by the tense, heavy breath of Captain Vale over the secure line.

”Who is this?” Vale’s gruff voice demanded through the static. ”How did you bypass Bureau Command encryption?”

Raphael stood over the defeated A-Tier commander, his silver eyes flashing in the dark.

”Captain Vale,” Raphael spoke softly, his deep voice dripping with calm, unshakeable majesty. ”I suggest you send your clean-up crews to Sector 4’s automated refinery. Apex Guild’s operation has been... liquidated.”

A heavy silence fell over the line. ”Liquidated? Who... who am I speaking to?!”

”You are speaking to the owner of this sector,” Raphael replied smoothly. ”Tell Apex Guild that if another contractor steps foot within three miles of this facility, I will not merely destroy their strike teams. I will erase their headquarters from the map.”

Without waiting for a response, Raphael cut the channel. He turned back to Vanessa and his guardians.

”Secure the refinery vault,” Raphael ordered, a cold, satisfied smile touching his lips below his hood. ”The Vanguard Coalition’s assets now belong to El’Rock.”

Vanessa bowed deeply, her staff pulsing with royal purple light.

”By your absolute will, my Sovereign.”