SSS Ranked Awakening: My Summons Are All Calamity-Class Gods

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 | Instant Gate

"You went down," she said.

"Yes," Corbyn said.

"And got up," she said.

"Yes," Corbyn said.

"How many times," she said.

"Twice in the final," Corbyn said. "Once from the operative’s summon."

She looked at him for a moment.

"Aldric was taller," she said.

"I’ve heard," Corbyn said.

Something shifted in her expression. Not a smile. The thing that lives underneath a smile before the decision to smile gets made.

"You’ll do," she said.

Behind Corbyn, Lyra had not moved from where she was standing.

Sekhmet’s amber eyes found her.

The fire in her hair shifted — not dramatically, just changed direction the way a flame changes when air moves.

"Voss blood," Sekhmet said.

"Yes," Lyra said.

Sekhmet looked at her.

"He was fond of your family," Sekhmet said. "He talked about the ones who would come after." She paused. "He said they would carry the name alone and it would be heavy." She held Lyra’s gaze. "He was right about that too."

Lyra said nothing for a moment.

"He usually was," Lyra said quietly.

Sekhmet held her gaze one more second.

Then she turned away.

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The courtyard had not recovered.

Three hundred students still in their seats but the arrangement had broken — people had moved toward each other in the chaos and stayed there, the formal seating dissolving into something more instinctive. Faculty from three schools were at the platform. Two academy medics were crouched over the security officer near the west archway. The Ironveil instructor had not moved from beside his student.

Vael was standing at the center of the platform.

He looked at the courtyard. At the scorch marks on the stone flags. At the security personnel down. At the Ironveil student who hadn’t stood up yet. At Sekhmet in the center of it all with her red-black hair still moving in its own heat.

He looked at the institutional record in his hand.

Then he set it on the platform table without signing it.

"The ceremony is suspended," Vael said. His voice carried the full courtyard without effort. "Medical personnel to the west archway. All students return to your assigned dormitory sections. Faculty supervisors account for your delegations." He paused. "The record will be signed tomorrow before departure when I am certain every person in this courtyard is accounted for and stable."

Nobody argued.

The courtyard began to move — not panic, the controlled movement of people who had trained for situations where calm mattered and were applying that training now. The Ironveil delegation surrounded their fallen student. Caelum faculty moved their students efficiently toward the guest wing. Ashveil’s twelve students stayed close together without being told to.

Kael Durn caught Corbyn’s eye across the moving crowd.

He held it for two seconds.

Then he turned and went with his school.

Sera Wynn passed within three meters of Corbyn on her way toward the guest wing. She didn’t stop. But she looked at him directly and held the look for one full second.

He understood what it meant.

She’d seen everything. She’d remember everything. Whatever she filed in the Caelum institutional report tomorrow would be accurate and complete.

Roen Calder was at the east archway with his hand pressed to his side. He looked at Corbyn across the emptying courtyard.

Then he nodded. Not the small filing-notation nod from the corridor two days ago. Something decided. The nod of someone who had been waiting to make a choice and had made it.

He turned and went with the third years toward the academy’s upper accommodation.

Edric Voss came to Lyra before he left. Said something low and brief. She listened with her notebook pressed against her chest. When he finished she nodded once.

He looked at Corbyn. Then at Sekhmet.

Then he left without speaking to either of them.

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The injured security officer went to the infirmary. Three ribs. The Ironveil student went with the academy medics, the Ironveil instructor walking beside the stretcher with the expression of someone composing a report they didn’t want to write.

Sekhmet turned from the center of the courtyard and looked at Corbyn on the steps.

"The eight still in this academy," she said. "Tonight. Before they receive word and scatter."

"My channels are empty," Corbyn said.

"Dex tracks them," Sekhmet said. "You walk the corridors. You don’t need channels for that."

Corbyn stood.

Dex stood.

Lyra stood.

Sekhmet looked at Lyra.

"You stay," Sekhmet said.

"The Covenant is here for my bloodline," Lyra said. "I’m not staying in a dormitory room while eight of their operatives are still in this building."

Sekhmet looked at her for a long moment.

The fire in her hair shifted direction once.

"Stay close," Sekhmet said.

She turned toward the east archway and walked.

The scorch marks on the stone flags were still warm.

Corbyn could feel them through the soles of his boots as the group moved across the courtyard Sekhmet three steps ahead, Dex at his left, Lyra close behind, Roen pulling up the rear with two of the senior security staff flanking them.

The air smelled like burned stone and something older. Whatever Sekhmet had pulled from those summons when she destroyed them hadn’t left cleanly.

"Eight," Dex said quietly. He had his eyes half-closed — the look that meant he was reading the building. "I’m tracking six signatures in the east dormitory block. Two more near the training annexe. One’s moving."

"Moving where?" Roen asked.

"Toward the gate."

Sekhmet didn’t slow. The fire in her hair had dimmed since the ceremony not gone, but lower, the way a forge settles after the pour. She hadn’t spoken since the courtyard. Corbyn could feel her in the bond, a steady heat against his sternum, but he could also feel the edge of something else , the bond drawing on reserves that weren’t there anymore.

His mana was nearly empty.

He’d known it was coming. The integration during the final round had taken most of it. Sekhmet’s self-initiation had taken the rest. What remained was the kind of thin, scraped-bottom nothing that made the air feel heavier than it should.

She knew it too. He could tell by the way she hadn’t asked him for anything.

They were three steps from the east dormitory archway when the first gate opened.

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