Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The doorway opened in the pocket realm three days after the kingdom came home.

It was the same kind John Wicked always made, a thin line in the air that split open into a clean circle of light. Big D noticed it before anyone, the way he noticed everything, and let out a low grunt from where he sat.

“That’s John’s door,” he said, not bothering to get up right away. “Took him long enough. Three days. The man has no sense of timing.” But there was a sharp little gleam in his old eyes as he said it, and he was already pushing himself upright.

Almost everyone was beneath the Virion Iridant Tree when it happened. That was where people spent their free hours now, in the cool shade with the iridescent leaves shifting overhead. The whole leadership turned toward the light at once. John Wicked stepped through first, hands in his pockets, and stopped to look up at the giant tree like a man appraising a painting.

“Now that,” he said, “is a very nice tree. You people went and won a war and came home with landscaping.”

“Hello to you too, John,” Lily said, and she was smiling.

Then the others came through behind him, and the quiet broke apart completely.

—

Kexell came through loud.

He shouldered out of the doorway before John was even fully clear of it, a tall broad figure in his humanoid dragon form, dark scales catching the light, and he threw his arms wide like the whole realm had been built for his arrival.

“THERE they are!” His voice rolled across the shade like a drumbeat. “The conquering heroes! The terrors of the warfare event! And here I was, half expecting to find a pile of corpses and a sad little flag.” He grinned, all teeth. “Instead you’ve got a garden and a feast. Typical. You lot always did land on your feet.”

“Good to see you too, Kexell,” Almond said, laughing.

“Of course it’s good to see me. It’s always good to see me.” The dragon swaggered forward and clapped Almond on the shoulder hard enough to stagger him, then did the same to Rudra, who didn’t move an inch, which made Kexell bark out a delighted laugh. “Ha! Still a wall, this one. Good. Somebody in this family should be.”

That word, family, came out of him easy and loud, the way it always did, and only the people who knew him well caught the thing under it. Kexell had been alone since the day he hatched. No kin, no clan, cast out by his own kind before he ever learned what kin was supposed to mean. He had wandered a long, long time before he found these people. He called them family louder than anyone, because he had spent most of his life with no one to call it to.

—

Big D walked up beside him, slow and unbothered, and looked the dragon up and down.

“You’re still too loud,” Big D said flatly.

“And you’re still too short and too sour, you ancient little gremlin,” Kexell shot back, beaming.

“Older than you’ll ever be wise enough to be.” Big D’s whiskers twitched, which was as close as he came to a smile. He was the oldest soul in the group by a wide margin, older than the dragon even, and he wore it like a man who had earned every grudge he held and enjoyed most of them. He looked over the new arrivals one by one, ticking them off in that calculating head of his, and his sour expression slowly warmed into something almost fond. “Took you all long enough to climb up here. I was starting to think I’d outlive the lot of you. Again.”

“You probably will,” Julian said, stepping through next.

“Don’t tempt me, boy.”

—

Julian came in grinning, the way he usually did, but the grin slipped the moment he got a good look at all the living faces.

“You actually made it,” he said, quieter than he’d meant to. He crossed to Marcus and the two of them caught each other in a hard hug. Julian thumped his back, then pulled away and cleared his throat. “I heard pieces of it from across the layer. The naval battle. The Mountain. The Doom thing at the end. I didn’t let myself believe any of it until right now, standing here.”

“It was real,” Marcus said, his voice rough. “All of it. Felt like it’d never end.”

“Well. You ended it.” Julian wiped at his eye, not bothering to hide it, then his grin came roaring back. “Look at me. Three seconds in and I’m already leaking. Somebody get me a drink before I embarrass myself worse.”

Viktor took the room in with a careful sweep, the habit of a man who counted exits and odds without thinking.

Then he found Almond, and the careful look eased. “We heard fragments coming up the climb,” he said. “Travelers passing the other way. A new kingdom on its warfare ocean, killing things it had no business killing. Guess you had a lot of fun already.”

“Haha, you won’t miss out on any from now on.” Almond laughed.

Bianca came through last of the elder fighters and stretched like she’d just set down a great weight.

“Look at all of you,” she said, sweeping a bright look across the gathered faces. “Standing here in one piece, the whole troublesome lot of you. I was starting to think I’d be the only good-looking one to make it this high.” She caught sight of Lily and her grin went wide and warm. “And you. You look radiant. Whatever you’ve been doing up here clearly agrees with you.”

“It has its moments,” Lily said, smiling.

“It had better. I expect to hear about every single one.” Bianca dropped onto a bench at the long table like she owned it, settling in among friends she had not stood beside in far too long. “But that can wait. Right now I just want to sit here and look at the lot of you. It’s good. It’s really good to see you all.”

Liang came through easy and unhurried, hands loose, and looked around the crowded shade with a slow, satisfied nod. “I’ve reached the top of a lot of climbs,” he said to Rudra, who returned his nod. “Most of them you reach alone, and there’s nobody waiting.” He looked over the laughing, living crowd. “This is the better kind. The kind with people already at the top who are glad you made it.”

“It nearly went the other way for us,” Rudra said honestly. “More than once.”

“It nearly always does.” Liang clapped his shoulder. “That’s the climb. You just don’t let it.”

And then came Noah and Kira, hand in hand.

They stepped through together, and across the shade, two people went very still.

Silvester and Hiroshi had been standing at the edge of the gathering, the two old swordmasters quiet as always. But the moment Noah and Kira came through that door, neither of them stayed quiet.

“Noah.” Silvester’s voice cracked on it. He crossed the ground faster than a man his age should, gripped his grandson by the shoulders, and looked him over hard, not for wounds, but the way an old fighter checks a younger one who has just done something that should have killed him. “You climbed it. The two of you. All the way to the third layer.”

“Grandfather.” Noah gave up on words and just hugged him, fierce and hard.

Beside them, Hiroshi already had Kira gripped by both arms, his stone face broken wide open. “You made it up,” he said, low and rough, with a big smile on his face.

“We didn’t stop,” Kira said. “You taught us not to stop. Either of you.”

For a moment the four of them stood there, two old swords and the grandchildren who had fought their own way up to meet them, and the loud room gentled and let them have it.

Then Kexell, who could not stand a solemn silence for more than a breath, boomed, “TWO of my favorite climbers, made it in one piece! Now somebody feed me before I start weeping and ruin my reputation!” and the laughter rolled back in and swallowed the whole reunion again.

Ainen had food out before anyone asked, because of course he did. The smell of it pulled the crowd toward the long tables under the tree. Maya hung back at the edge in her quiet way, then got dragged into the middle anyway. Even Gopu, who rarely strung three words together, was leaning across the table arguing happily with Julian about which layer had the worse laws.

And while all of that happened, the kingdom did for the new arrivals what it did for everyone who joined it.

It lifted them.

The notification reached them quietly, one at a time, the same way it had reached everyone else after the war.

[Hell-Mode Quest reward applied to new members of the Kingdom. Lifeform ascended to Tier-20.]