Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 361: Damascus The Regent

The shattered fabric of space grew much wider, revealing a pair of small white eyes glowing from a eldritch plane. "Come... child of the tree."

At that moment, it shattered completely, revealing a massive doorframe with two horns at the top. What Godfrey saw on the other side of the door was a lycan, just nine feet tall, in a foggy place with lots of weapons plunged into the ground and countless corpses that littered the landscape.

This lycan stood on the other side of the door, with some bloodstains on its pitch-black fur. This beast had just finished an intense battle and was jumping right into another. It had exhausted itself already, yet gave off an oppressive aura that made Godfrey frown.

It had long, lean legs, a flat stomach that almost caved in unnaturally, but its chest was wide and massive, with broad shoulders attached to long, slim arms that ended with terrifyingly long, clawed fingers.

Blood coated the tips of this monster’s claws. The lycan’s head was heavily furred, with its eyes locked into that cunning and dreadful face. If it stood in a dark place with its eyes closed, no one would be able to spot it.

Those soul-piercing eyes locked on Godfrey.

Godfrey felt a foreboding, worse than anything he had ever faced. It almost felt like the existence before him would make Truthseeker a child in comparison. This might be his worst opponent yet.

This secret boss had just finished a major fight, had exhausted a good amount of mana and stamina, yet decided to barge into another dungeon after slaughtering those that came to its own.

Despite the fact that it would have exhausted a considerable amount of mana, Godfrey felt pressured... not by its strength, but by the skill of this creature.

Mor was relatively easy, but what innate skill did this one have? It might not be related to something physical.

"I see a dead man walking. Your fate is inevitable and dire, but I shall grant you a swift death to ease your burden." Damascus declared.

"My fate is mine," Godfrey replied as he manifested a longsword and readied himself. His eyes were on Damascus, monitoring the boss with intensity. Once it made any movement, he would first use teleportation.

"And I wasn’t asking." Damascus, the wolf demon’s regent in charge of all demigods under its leader in all mature worlds, stepped out of the door and spread its hands wide. "You can do nothing, King Godfrey, ruler of a fallen race. Your glory is in the past; the future, however, has no room for a ruler whose realm is barely habitable."

When Damascus saw Godfrey’s eyes meet his own, it chuckled.

Godfrey’s expression changed. That look, the boss had got him, but how? Was there anything around him? No, there was nothing.

It couldn’t be...

It was its eyes!

Right at that moment, Godfrey’s eyes became white. He became still, like his soul had left his body behind. Godfrey opened his eyes but found himself outside his parents’ house. He stood on the street, staring at the door.

’What just happened? Where am I?’

Black smoke billowed out, forming the apparition of Damascus, who chuckled. "You’re in your future. This is your story, Godfrey Daniels."

"I made you to answer my question. That’s the only reason you are special, that’s the only reason I made you a chosen one."

’That voice!’ Godfrey was stunned to hear that, so he turned his head and saw himself with his mother, but her eyes were dull white as her irises vanished. That version of him, on the other hand, looked broken, like his whole world had crumbled and he could only watch in disbelief.

His mother took a step closer, then caressed the cheeks of the future Godfrey, who was frozen. "Succeed, and I will be glad; fail, and you shall either be just another failure whose end is death, or Cain shall bring out your potential as you serve him as his summon. I have invested so much in this world to see another failure. I won’t let you waste Pathan either."

Godfrey blinked. The pain of his future self was even worse, but he couldn’t even think. One word, just one word, left his lips. "What?" Godfrey said, his voice low, soft, and filled with deep disbelief. There was no hate in her voice as she said those cruel words, no warmth either.

Was this an illusion?

When she removed her hand from his future self’s cheek, her irises came back and Valentina blinked. "It might rain soon. What are we still doing out here? Let’s go, we’re cooking together." She beamed, hurrying for the door.

She walked past Godfrey, paused, and turned, only to see her son standing in that same place with a broken expression, his eyes moist as he looked at her. His mouth was slightly open, but no words came out.

Godfrey looked at his future self and lowered his head.

"Sweetheart, what’s wrong—!"

Valentina couldn’t finish as he turned and walked away. She chased after him, but Godfrey ran away from her, like a child scarred by his parents. He forgot all his powers; everything about him shattered like glass. He outran her and found a dark alley to hide himself.

Godfrey followed his future self and saw him curled there, broken, lost.

He clenched his teeth hard, forcing himself to hold it in. To hold the pain.

"Let me save you the pain," Damascus whispered. "This is no fairytale, it’s no illusion, this is your future, your broken story."

The scene changed. Godfrey had no clue how long had passed, but it wasn’t that long, yet he saw himself on the streets of Manhattan, disintegrating, together with the Immortal Armour.

He watched his future self turn to face the crying dragon flying toward him. His eyes met those of its rider.

Isolde.

It felt like... he ceased to exist, right before her eyes.

"You never survive the Ruination. The creatures that come with those gates are not what you’re used to facing. Even with everything you’ve done, you fail. Why don’t you just sleep, O King? You’ve endured enough. You’re just nineteen, yet the world shows no mercy. Let the embrace of death welcome you. Find solace in her embrace," Damascus whispered.

"Let it all come to an end. Die now, and they will all lose. Perish and gain peace. Rest is not in being uncontainable but in the embrace of death, in the journey after this life."

It changed once more, several scenes, red gates all over Earth, formidable creatures, and he eventually saw the Afterlife world.

So he died then.

It was divided, with heaps of corpses on the black, desolate land.

But in this darkness, something stood out. A white knight with a winged helmet and a lance, riding a horse.

He was like an angel in this dark world; his light shone bright.

’A noble knight...’

"Yes... he shall guard your soul. End this, end your story, and let all this pain stop."