Grace, the white wyvern, lifted her head and breathed out white mist that quickly crystallized into frost.

It engulfed three dire bears, freezing them inside resplendent ice. Grace took several bold steps, swinging her tail with such force that it slammed a dire bear to the ground, killing it instantly.

A dire bear roared at the wyvern, and it glared at the beast, roaring back with greater might before freezing it.

Isaac's Mammoth Spider moved its eight legs, blurring to the left before launching webs at two dire bears.

The webs weren't strong enough to stop the bears from moving, just enough to provoke them and gain their attention.

With ravenous eyes, the two bears dashed toward the spider, who quickly climbed a tree and spat a dense amount of webs, covering one dire bear in a web sack before it shot a web string at the other end and drew it upward.

Losing its connection to the ground, the dire bear wasn't as frightening anymore. The Mammoth pierced it with its sharp, yellow-and-black forelimbs.

While these summons clashed intensely with the dire bears, the Sea King simply held a dire bear in place with one hand.

He looked at the bear for a while before crushing its skull by applying slight pressure to his fingers.

Another lunged at him, over a thousand two hundred pounds, with its mouth wide open and claws ready to sink into its target.

The Sea King's eye locked on the bear, and with a nonchalant back slap, the dire bear flew backward at greater speed, vanishing into the fog, though they could still hear the sounds of it hitting and breaking down trees.

The Sea King didn't even consider this a battle worth its attention. And so, it turned its eyes to the golden-armored knights efficiently cutting down the dire bears.

Mountain pulled out his spear from the corpse of the last dire bear and looked around. The battlefield was filled with ice and webs, but they had successfully killed thirty dire bears without casualty.

"Isolde, can you fly up and check how big this forest is? We might not need to leave the forest," Godfrey said, turning to Isolde, who responded with a nod. But just then, the fog came at them as if blown by the wind.

The moment it engulfed them, Godfrey bellowed, "Come together!" He watched as the others tried to get to him, but as they came closer, they grew faint until they vanished from his sight.

Even Mountain and Ballista were gone, lost in the fog, which still moved with speed. With a thought, he retrieved Mountain and Ballista into his soul space.

'What's this?'

Godfrey frowned. After a while, the fog stopped moving and began to clear up. When it completely cleared up, Godfrey found himself outside Skyline 88.

A crowd of people gathered outside as he saw his mother and Victoria being covered, declared dead, and pushed toward an ambulance.

The sight made Godfrey's eyes grow wide. He tried to move but discovered he couldn't, chains of great size held his limbs in place.

That sight… this thing before his eyes was his greatest fear, losing his mother to this world, knowing that the larger masses scorned humanoid summoners.

He might have been oblivious before, but after the joint dungeon, that ignorance was wiped off. The first thing a man did when he saw his summon was point a gun at him.

Though Godfrey hid it deep, he knew, strength was the only way to keep their mouths shut and protect his mother. After hearing "Readjustment Class" a couple of times, he did his research and knew.

Humanoid summoners might also be summoners, but they weren't accepted because of the series of nationwide massacres a good number of them had committed, beginning with Cain.

'You still couldn't save her,' a voice rang in his head.

"It's a lie," Godfrey muttered.

'Your eyes can see it. You know your fear will come to pass. The world is different from a few students. You can never be like your dad.'

"I'll never want to die like him!" Godfrey roared as he clawed after the ambulance that drove his mother away.

This was an illusion, he desperately wanted to cling onto that, but all memory of what happened before he got here was covered in a mental fog.

It was like the experience of a dream, where one didn't remember the real world.

While Godfrey went through this, Isolde found herself tied in a cave. She struggled, but all her strength couldn't break these ropes. She could mold thick chains, yet before the bind of these ropes, she was suddenly powerless.

A silhouette appeared at the mouth of the cave. As the figure drew near, her golden-orange eyes trembled as she recognized this individual.

It was the first person she ever saw in a dream, her nightmare. He had golden hair, wore a gray hood with a large red X mark, and both hands were in his pockets.

Godfrey! But older, with a finer muscular build, handsome yet with an absolutely ice-cold face. His black sclera and golden irises locked on her.

It was then Isolde discovered she was bigger, as if fast-forwarded into her future self.

This Godfrey wiped his mouth. "Grace tastes nice when roasted." He grinned wickedly.

Isolde's heart shuddered, tears appearing at the corner of her eyes. She broke at the sight of Godfrey, tears rolling down her porcelain skin uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Percival found himself watching a scene as he laughed and played around a fountain with a beauty now known as the ex-queen, Tyla.

Back then, he was a freshman and Tyla had just transferred into sophomore year. Both of them were close, but the scene quickly changed to Vin standing above his younger self with flaming fists.

Percival's hand instinctively went to his nose mask, touching where his scar was. Fog blew, clearing up the scene, and from it, Vin came out, his eyes lit ablaze.

"Still offended, water body?" Vin grinned.

Blue scales covered Percival's body as the Sea King appeared. Not just that, a huge, blue-scaled beast, almost five hundred feet long, floated above him.

The Blue Horned Leviathan, the true ruler of the oceans, a beast whose scales were known to be tougher than a dragon's, and its size even greater than an eastern dragon at its prime age.

"I am no longer that boy." Percival's eyes narrowed, veins pumping within them.

While a huge battle ensued, Lucy found herself trying to get out of her room but couldn't.

She could hear Sam's wicked laughter beyond the door, causing her great despair.

To all of them, this experience was no different from a dream, so real, no one could ascertain it until they woke up.

However, one person wasn't affected, it was Isaac. He knelt beside his Mammoth Spider, with lots of werebear corpses littered around him.

Some were caught in webs and stabbed to death, but his Mammoth Spider was riddled with injuries while he was getting exhausted.

"Where are you guys?" Isaac looked around. He was still in the forest. Forcing himself to his feet, he continued moving but froze as he arrived at a lake with lots of trees.

In the heart of this lake stood a towering bear with lots of weapons stabbed into it, including thorns.

This bear, the size of an armored truck, was definitely the final boss. It roared, and the forest shook.

Isaac took one step backward, but two thick vines the size of a man's forearm, entwined with several others all equipped with thorns, burst out of the water.

The Mammoth Spider picked up Isaac and retreated, but thorns burst from beneath it, binding the spider's legs. As the vines wormed their way up the summon, piercing through its hard carapace, Isaac retrieved it into his soul space.

He landed in the midst of the vines, horror smeared on his face as the boss strolled out of the lake, looking even bigger than he thought.

"Godfrey… Isolde… Percival… Lucy?!"

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A/N: Took a while but I'm done. Almost 200 golden tickets in just two days. You guys are showing me November is going to be a great month.

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