Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: It Was The Sun

Kill it.

That was the first thought that jumped into his mind. Three years of raiding dungeons had carved a deep, almost reflexive instinct into him.

He couldn’t stand lying on the ground. Completely vulnerable. He felt the earth shake as the wolf landed before him. The stench of the beast hit him first.

Godfrey lifted his eyes. It was a towering creature. So tall that he couldn’t see its face now that the wolf stood right before him.

His eyelids suddenly grew heavy, and his thoughts sank. Right beside his face, a massive sword plunged deep, yet he didn’t even move.

Crimson liquid, once warm, tainted the white snow all around him. Godfrey stared at the barely visible sky, hidden behind the snowflakes. They fell like flowers of ice placed before his grave. The distant wind wailed like a lover mourning beside a grave.

It called. That entity known as death. The inevitable. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it all around him. Welcoming him.

Strength slipped out like water through cupped hands. This feeling was surreal, unimaginable, and inviting.

That which he ran from was here.

Before the last of his strength could leave, before his eyes shut to this world forever, Godfrey stared at the wolf that bent its head. It looked smug.

"D—Damn you." Yeah. Once, he never cursed because his mother didn’t want it. Now he did. To taunt the beast. Although his voice wasn’t more than a whisper, the wolf’s ears twitched.

It grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up like he was some pebble. His feet dangled lifelessly. There was no strength to even resist.

Godfrey kept his eyes wide open. He would die staring straight into this wolf’s eyes. ’Open your other eye. Ope...’

Perhaps it was his unwavering stare that provoked the wolf. It opened that other eye. Deep blue eye without an iris.

’Don’t look!’ a voice screamed, warning him. His eyelids almost shut. No. Godfrey fought it. If that happened, it would be the end for him.

He stared back.

And... and....

His thought ended.

The wolf let go of the corpse. It looked like something caked with ash and soot. It sank into the snow.

With a grunt, the giant wolf pulled out its sword, spun, and walked away. In its other hand was the dagger.

Hundreds of wolves bent their heads, paying their respects to their king. Then, they raised their heads to the sky, ushering loud, proud howls. They celebrated their king’s effortless victory.

The giant wolf leaped to the stone platform. It landed and transformed into a golden-haired young man. The wolf examined his new body. It flexed unfamiliar fingers. Another vessel.

In Godfrey’s skin, it sat, holding the mighty sword. Sifting through memories while the snowfall slowly buried the dead.

The other wolves didn’t bother approaching. They didn’t need much intelligence to know what happened to whoever saw the Eye. There was no flesh there. Only a husk of soot and ash.

***

Isolde sat on her bed, legs folded, trying to force herself back to Pathan. It was blocked.

Unease coiled tighter in her chest. She tried teleporting to Paradise but couldn’t. Her memory of Godfrey’s house was vivid, so it could either be two things.

Either the place had changed too much for her memory to anchor to it... or something was blocking her.

"Godfrey..." she muttered. Her heart was pounding with increasing momentum. None of the others really had phones they held most of the time.

She looked at the ceiling, holding back the urge to scream.

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