Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 195: Fire rescue

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Noah returned to his meditation posture, but his mind was churning with a new idea.

'I need something more practical than theory,' he decided. 'Something tangible.'

With a thought, Noah summoned his Eclipse Blade from void storage. The short bladematerialized in his hand, its obsidian-like surface absorbing rather than reflecting the ambient light of his domain. Dark purple energy rippled along its edge—void energy in its purest form, contained within the blade's structure.

"Let's see if chi and void can play nice together," Noah muttered, settling the blade across his knees.

He began by channeling chi into his palms, the familiar white energy pooling in his hands. When he felt he had gathered enough, Noah carefully directed the stream toward the Eclipse Blade.

The moment the white chi touched the blade's surface, it sizzled and dispersed. The void energy seemed to reject the foreign power entirely.

"Well, that was anticlimmatic," Noah frowned. "But not unexpected."

He tried again, this time focusing on a single point along the blade's flat edge. The chi gathered at his fingertip, condensed into a tight white bead, and he pressed it against the sword.

This time, the reaction was more violent. A sharp crack sounded as the chi energy dispersed, and Noah felt a painful jolt up his arm.

"Shit!" he hissed, shaking his hand. "Okay, direct approach isn't working."

After a moment's thought, Noah changed tactics. Instead of pushing chi directly into the blade, he began circulating it through his entire body, including the hand holding the sword. The theory was simple: if he could make his body a conduit for both energies, perhaps the blade would accept the chi more naturally.

For several minutes, nothing happened. Then, almost imperceptibly, a faint white shimmer appeared along the edge of the blade, mixing briefly with the purple void energy before fading.

"Progress," Noah whispered, excitement building. "But not stable."

He maintained his focus, adjusting the flow of chi, trying to find the right frequency or intensity that would allow it to coexist with the void energy. Sometimes the white energy would flare along the blade for several seconds before being consumed; other times, it would barely manifest at all.

After an hour of experimentation, Noah rose and approached the rock formation he'd been practicing on earlier. He needed to see if any of his attempts had practical applications.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered, channeling chi through his arm and into the Eclipse Blade as he swung at the rock.

The blade cut through the stone with its usual efficiency—void energy allowing it to slice through matter by temporarily nullifying molecular bonds. But there was no visible addition from the chi energy.

Noah tried again, focusing harder on maintaining the chi flow into the blade during the strike. This time, the blade struck the rock and produced a shower of white sparks along with the usual void-purple flare. The cut was deeper, but the effort required left Noah breathing hard.

"Inefficient," he concluded, stepping back to assess. "Too much energy for too little gain."

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For the next few hours, Noah continued his experiments. Sometimes the chi would briefly enhance the blade's cutting power; other times it would cause painful feedback that numbed his arm. The most dramatic failure came when he pushed too much chi at once—the blade actually repelled his hand, flying several meters before embedding itself in the ground, void energy flaring angrily.

Retrieving the sword, Noah sat down heavily on the stone, frustration evident in his posture.

"Why can't I make this work?" he asked the empty void around him.

As he contemplated, Noah observed the behavior of both energies when they came into contact. The void energy was erratic, wild, almost hungry—seeking to consume rather than cooperate. Chi, by contrast, was orderly, flowing, responsive to his will. They were fundamentally opposed in nature.

"Entropy and order," Noah murmured, a realization forming. "Void energy is chaos itself."

This explained why his previous Void Entropy Syndrome had been so dangerous. When void energy had flooded his system, it had naturally sought to break down the orderly chi pathways that supported his life. His body, dying from the disorder, had only been saved by consuming the entropy of others—a grim solution he preferred not to repeat.

Noah stared at the Eclipse Blade, thinking of the relationship between the energies. 'Like fire and water,' he thought. 'Fire destroys. Water sustains. Both powerful in their own right, but fundamentally opposed.'

The key, he realized, wasn't forcing them to mix—it was finding a balance where each could express its nature without overwhelming the other. Fire couldn't become water, nor water become fire, but they could coexist in the right circumstances.

"I need to make my chi stronger," Noah concluded. "Not to overpower the void energy, but to withstand it. To channel it without being consumed."

If another episode of entropy syndrome occurred, he would need an alternative to his previous solution. Something that didn't involve draining life from others. Something that allowed him to use his chi as a buffer or filter for the dangerous void energy.

For now, though, Noah had reached his limit. His stamina reserves were depleted, and his understanding, while improved, wasn't yet sufficient to solve the problem.

"Another day," he promised, returning the Eclipse Blade to void storage with a thought. "Another approach."

As he prepared to leave his domain, Noah glanced back at the scored and scarred rock formation—evidence of today's failed experiments. But failure was just another form of data. He'd learned something valuable about the nature of his powers, even if he hadn't achieved his immediate goal.

Next time, he would be better prepared. Next time, he might find the balance he sought.

Noah's transition back to reality happened in a wink. One moment he was standing in the endless purple expanse of his personal void, and the next he was back on campus.

He took a deep breath of the evening air, letting the noise of campus assault. After hours of intense concentration in his domain, the physical world sometimes felt oddly substantial, almost overwhelming to his senses.

Noah rolled his shoulders and started toward the dormitory complex, mentally reviewing his experiments with the Eclipse Blade. He'd made progress, albeit limited. The path forward wasn't clear, but at least he better understood the nature of the—

A student crashed into him, nearly knocking him over.

"Sorry!" the girl gasped, not even slowing down as she sprinted past.

Noah stared after her, confused, until he noticed others—dozens of students—all running in the same direction. No, not in the same direction. Away from something.

"What the hell?" he muttered, turning to look in the direction they were fleeing from.

That's when he saw it—orange and red light illuminating the evening sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the campus grounds. Fire. Not a small fire either, but a massive blaze engulfing what looked like several buildings in the east quad.

Noah broke into a run, but unlike the fleeing students, he headed toward the commotion. As he got closer, the heat hit him first—an intense wall that made his skin prickle uncomfortably even from a distance. Then came the roar of the flames, a hungry, crackling sound punctuated by shouts and commands.

He rounded the library building and stopped short at the sight before him.

Three dormitory buildings were ablaze, flames leaping from windows and crawling across rooftops. The central building was almost completely consumed, while the fires were rapidly spreading to the adjacent structures. Against this backdrop of destruction, students and staff formed a chaotic tableau of emergency response.

A line of water-users stood at the front, arms extended as they directed streams at the inferno. Behind them, earth-manipulators were creating firebreaks, raising walls of soil and stone to contain the spread. Faculty members coordinated the efforts, their voices barely audible over the roar of the flames.

But something was wrong. The water streams hitting the flames seemed to be having minimal effect. In some places, the fire actually appeared to intensify when water struck it, hissing and spitting as if in defiance.

"It's not working!" a voice shouted nearby. Noah turned to see Lucas with his normally composed face streaked with soot and sweat. "Whatever this fire is, it's not natural!"

"What happened?" Noah asked, jogging over to him.

Lucas shook his head, eyes fixed on the burning buildings. "Nobody knows. It started in the east dorm about five minutes ago. At first, everyone thought it was just some idiot's fire ability gone wrong, but then..." He gestured at the ineffective water streams. "Normal fire doesn't resist water like this."

As if to emphasize his point, a girl who had her whole hands turning blue —clearly a water elemental—collapsed to her knees, exhaustion evident on her face. The powerful stream she'd been maintaining sputtered and died, but the section of fire she'd been targeting raged on, completely undiminished.

"Are there still people inside?" Noah asked, scanning the windows for any signs of movement.

"We got most out, but there might be some trapped on the upper floors of that dorm," Lucas replied, pointing to the leftmost structure where the fire was just beginning to take hold. "The stairs are blocked by debris."

Noah assessed the situation quickly. The organized response wasn't working. Whatever this fire was, conventional methods weren't going to stop it. People could die if something drastic didn't happen soon.

A faculty member with a megaphone was now directing all students to fall back to a safe distance. Most obeyed, the water-users looking defeated as they retreated. But Noah hesitated, watching as the flames climbed higher, seemingly feeding on the very attempts to extinguish them.

"We need to go," Lucas said, gripping Noah's arm. But he wasn't pulling him away—he was steadying him. "This isn't normal fire."

Before Noah could respond, a voice called out, breathless and panicked.

"Noah! There you are!"

Kelvin came running over, eyes wild. "I've been looking for you everywhere! You said you'd be at the arcade—there's a fire there too!"

Noah's jaw tightened. The arcade was on the other side of the academy grounds. Two fires, at the same time? His unease deepened as he turned back to the raging inferno.

The teachers looked as baffled as the students, throwing everything they had at the flames—water, sand, even abilities meant to smother energy—but nothing worked.

"That's weird," Noah muttered, narrowing his eyes. Now that he was paying attention, he noticed something unsettling. The fire moved…wrong. It curled and twisted like it had a will of its own, its deep red flickering with an unnatural darkness.

"Lucas," Noah said slowly, "this isn't just an out-of-control fire ability. This is something else entirely."

Lucas gave him a sharp look. "Explain."

Noah didn't get the chance. A terrified scream cut through the roar of the flames.

Up on the fifth floor of the female dorm, a student pounded on the window, eyes wide with terror.

"There's still someone in there!" someone shouted.

Two teachers rushed toward the building, but a sudden surge of flames forced them back, almost as if the fire was reacting to their approach.

Noah watched as the academy's supposedly elite instructors hesitated, uncertainty clear on their faces.

"They can't get to her," Lucas said, voice tight. "And that building's going to collapse soon."

Another scream—from a different window.

Noah's gut twisted. There were more trapped inside.

His mind raced. The flames resisted water. They resisted sand. They reacted to movement like they were alive.

"Normal fire doesn't fight back," Noah murmured. "But what if it's not fire at all?"

Lucas turned to him sharply. "What are you thinking?"

Noah didn't answer. He was already moving, pulling off his jacket and tossing it aside.

"Lucas, help keep people back. I'm going in."

Lucas grabbed his arm. "I am going in."

Noah met his gaze. Lucas wasn't just the first seat—he was a leader. If he said he was going in, he wasn't asking permission.

Noah exhaled. "Then let's move."