Creation Of All Things-Chapter 102: Ultimate Summoning Right

Daryll's words hit the room like a hammer.

"You're acting like he's just another student trying to survive. He's not. He's hunting them."

Silence. Thick, heavy, almost suffocating.

An elven man finally spoke up, his emerald eyes narrowing. "That's a bold claim. What makes you so sure?"

Daryll leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "His fights."

That got their attention. Several members exchanged glances.

The elf frowned. "His fights? He's only been in the arena three times. He's killed two—Krozak, a Child of the Universe, and Zayne, a talented prodigy. That's hardly enough to—"

"That's exactly my point." Daryll cut in, his tone sharp. "Zayne was just a stepping stone to him. After the fight, there was nothing in his eyes but disdain. Like Zayne wasn't even worth his time. But when he killed Krozak?" He paused, letting the words sink in. "He was happy. Like Krozak gave him something… something Zayne never could."

The room fell silent again, but this time, there was tension in the air.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken thoughts.

A man with obsidian horns tapped his fingers against the table, his gaze sharp. "And what exactly are you suggesting, Daryll? That he's feeding on them? That he's growing stronger by hunting Children of the Universe?"

Daryll exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening around the armrest. "I don't know. But I do know this—he's not fighting for survival, not fighting for glory. He's choosing his targets."

The vampire woman from earlier scoffed, her crimson eyes gleaming. "So what if he is? The weak die, the strong thrive. It's always been that way."

Daryll's eyes snapped to her. "Krozak wasn't weak. And neither is Adam Dhark."

The air in the room grew heavier, a palpable shift as the reality of his words settled in.

A grizzled man with streaks of silver in his hair—one of the oldest on the board—finally spoke. His voice was quiet but carried weight. "Then the real question is… what does Adam Dhark want?"

No one had an answer.

But deep down, they all felt it.

A storm was coming.

"Then instead of banning killing, why don't we just send Adam away?"

Veyna's words rang through the chamber. Murmurs of agreement followed, heads nodding in unison.

Daryll, however, shook his head. "We can't."

That single statement silenced the room.

"What do you mean we can't?" Veyna narrowed her eyes.

Daryll exhaled, his expression unreadable. "We can't expel him. He's already furious that he was summoned here against his will. But now? He's grown to like it. He sees this place as the perfect ground for his growth."

He hesitated for a brief moment before continuing, "And… when I summoned him, I faced resistance. So I used the Ultimate Summoning Right of the Academy."

Gasps filled the room. Some shot up from their seats, while others simply stared at him in disbelief.

The Ultimate Summoning Right. A power that forced the will of the Academy itself upon an individual, dragging them across space and existence without their consent. It was an authority reserved for absolute emergencies, when a being of unparalleled significance needed to be secured. Once invoked, it bound the summoned to the Academy—not physically, but on a deeper, more cosmic level.

Adam Dhark wasn't just here.

He belonged here.

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And he wasn't leaving unless he wanted to.

A heavy silence gripped the room, the weight of Daryll's words pressing down on every single person present.

Veyna's face darkened, her fingers tightening into a fist on the table. "You… used that?"

Daryll nodded. "I had no choice."

The man with obsidian horns let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You forced the universe to accept him. Do you even realize what that means?" His golden eyes gleamed with something between fascination and unease. "Adam Dhark isn't just a student anymore. He's a cornerstone. A fixed point. The Academy itself recognizes him as an existence that must be here."

The weight of that statement settled in, and for the first time, uncertainty flickered across Veyna's face. "If that's true… then what happens if we try to remove him?"

Daryll leaned forward, his gaze cold. "You don't want to find out."

A slow realization crept through the room. The Academy had absorbed Adam into its very essence. To try and remove him would be to defy something greater than any of them.

The vampire woman smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "So we're stuck with him. Interesting."

The elf from earlier, who had remained quiet for a while, finally spoke again. "Then we have two options." His voice was calm, measured. "We either find a way to control him… or we prepare for the worst."

A tense hush followed.

Then, the grizzled man with silver streaks in his hair—always the quiet observer—broke the silence.

"You're all asking the wrong question."

The eyes in the room turned to him.

He met their gazes steadily, then said the one thing that sent a chill down their spines.

"What if Adam Dhark already knows?"

"What if he's known from the very start?"

"No, he doesn't know."

Cecelia's voice was firm, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade.

She stood near the edge of the room, her gaze locked onto the blank surface of the sealed vault. Her fingers traced the air absentmindedly, as if feeling for something that wasn't there.

"Adam Dhark might be many things, but knowing this? That's beyond him."

She exhaled, her white eyes dark with something unreadable. "He's not omniscient. Believe me… I learned that the hard way."

A flicker of tension passed through the room.

Daryll watched her carefully. "Then what are you saying?"

Cecelia turned, her expression unreadable. "That whatever Adam Dhark is doing… he's doing blind."

A pause.

Veyna chuckled, slow and amused. "Blind? No, darling. He's feeling his way through. And judging by the bodies he's left behind, he's doing a damn good job of it."

The elven man let out a tired sigh. "That doesn't change the fact that we still don't know what he's preparing for."

"That's because he is not preparing for anything."