My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

As long as he could summon Spot...

That was the last thought Lucas had before he was awoken by the sudden rustling of leaves.

'Again?'

Lucas snapped his eyes open. His whole body froze in place, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, but his thoughts raced as he tried to perceive the changes around him.

'What's with my luck being shit lately? '

The tree he was perching on was absolutely devoid of any beast. He had already inspected it earlier, so he was sure of it. Even if there was, it would have already attacked him the moment he tried to climb the tree.

The rustling of leaves stopped the moment he opened his eyes. The surroundings once again became as quiet and as still as stagnant water.

Even though there was no wind blowing on his body, Lucas still felt his body turning cold as he sensed the problem.

There was no wind, but the leaves had rustled earlier.

This only meant one thing.

There was a beast nearby.

And even until now, Lucas still had not found where it was.

'This can't go on!'

There were no longer any other movements around him. The rustling of leaves seemed to be just mere hallucinations, but Lucas still felt uneasy and unsafe.

Cold sweat dripped down his back, his wounds sore as the sweat trickled down on it.

As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, Lucas felt as if his life was hanging by a thread.

'No! I need to move!'

Without wasting any more time, Lucas hurriedly jumped off the tree that he was perching on.

He had not moved previously as it might attract unwanted attention and so that he could focus on perceiving where the beast was. However, two minutes had already passed and there were still no additional movements around him, yet the same feeling of dread and danger still occupied his mind.

This can only mean that the beast had either left or had already seen him but was refusing to attack for some reason. With his luck lately, Lucas thought that it was most likely the latter.

If he did not move, the beast would sooner or later attack him. And not knowing where it was coming from, Lucas would not be able to react in time, hence he decided to move. At least that way, there was a chance that the beast would move again or reposition to have a better attack point.

Lucas was betting on that fact as he jumped off the tree.

Landing on the ground with a thud, Lucas hurriedly composed himself as he gripped the Armadon Tonfa even more tightly than ever.

Preparing for the worst, he focused his ears and senses, trying to perceive any changes to his surroundings.

Just then, Lucas heard the rustling of leaves once more.

He turned his head toward the direction of the sound and finally realized where it was coming from.

A few yards away from him, on a neighboring tree adjacent to the one he had perched on earlier, the leaves rustled as one of the branches was bent down, as if burdened by the heavy object perched on top of it.

"Damn it!"

Seeing how the sturdy branch was bent like it was on the verge of breaking, Lucas could not help but curse out.

He was indeed right. There was indeed a beast that was eyeing him from the dark. He was not happy that he was proven right, though. Lucas had preferred if his assumption was wrong this time around.

Unfortunately, he does not have the luxury of time to ponder about such things any more.

Gripping his Armadon Tonfa, Lucas prepared for the worst.

And before the worst could happen, Lucas bolted out and ran as fast as he could, away from the damn beast that was still lurking beneath the rustling leaves.

'If you don't plan to come out, then just stay there forever!'

Now knowing where the beast was hiding, Lucas bolted out and escaped.

That was the first reason why he chose to move from his spot anyway.

And at the next moment, the leaves shook as a creature half the size of Lucas bolted out to chase after him.

Lucas did not see what it was. His back was already turned away from, and he had already run at least six yards before the creature reacted. Lucas had no plans on staying and knew what kind of creature it was either. All he knew was that he could not afford to fight it given his circumstances.

He had almost been killed and was done by the Blood-Eyed Beast earlier. If the beast following behind him turns out to be much stronger, then he would have no chance to escape if he stayed even a bit longer.

Not to mention that, his back was still aching in pain. He felt the bandage getting wet from his own blood. But there was nothing he could do about it, at least for now.

As he ran forward, Lucas almost fell as he stumbled upon a dead twig. Fortunately, he managed to balance himself at the last second and continued running forward.

He heard the rustling of leaves behind him. It seems that the beast was following by moving from one branch to another. Discover exclusive content at empiren/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

And judging by the sound of the leaves, it was almost before him already.

Lucas gritted his teeth as he made a hard decision. This decision also involved another gamble.

It was to turn in another direction and return to the area where he fought the Blood-Eyed Mole. It was an area almost devoid of trees.

Upon realizing that the beast only traveled from one branch to another, Lucas had already more or less realized what kind of beast it was.

If his guess was right, then his gamble would pay off, and he would escape from the clutches of this beast.

If he turns out to be wrong, then he would just have to escape even further.

As for encountering another Blood-Eyed Mole in that area, Lucas thought that it was much better than facing the beast that was persistently following behind him. At least he could contend and already knew of the Blood-Eyed Mole's weakness. As for the beast that was following behind him, Lucas thought that there was no way he could survive it if he fought it even for a second.

That was why he needed to run. And why he needed to gamble.

'Ahhh, I hate gambling. Even more so if my life is at stake...

Lucas grumbled but nevertheless kept on running.

Luckily, he soon realized that he was already in the area of many bushes.

As he passed by the last small tree, Lucas continued to run forward until he no longer heard the rustling of leaves.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lucas did not let down his guard as he knew that the danger was not over yet.

Although he had won in his gamble, it does not mean that he was already safe.

In the bushy area, there were still beasts that could kill him if he was not careful enough.

Lucas continued further ahead. He did not return to where the White Stone Cliff was, though. Instead, he turned in another direction and ran forward as his life depended on it—literally.

After a while, he collapsed to the ground, barely able to breathe.

Even if he had trained his body well and his stamina and strength were great, it was still not to the point that he seemed inhumanly strong and out of the norm.

With constant sprinting and with worries always lingering in his mind, he felt exhausted and tired, both physically and mentally.

However, everything was over, at least for now.

Ahead of him was a place filled with white fog. Located at the edge of the dungeon, the Boundary Fog remained steady and calm. It was boundless and endless, like how it used to be; no matter if it was day or night inside a dungeon, the Boundary Fog had always remained the same.

The Boundary Fog was impregnable, not allowing anyone or anything to pass through. There were people who tried, and all of them only managed to walk a few yards deep, only to return with a muddled mind while others lost themselves inside it—forever.

The Boundary Fog does not discriminate between beasts and humans alike.

And that was why Lucas chose to come here.

Just like how humans chose to avoid the Boundary Fog, afraid of getting lost in it, the same could be said toward beasts.

With the Boundary Fog in sight, Lucas felt safer, at least on one side.

Turning his back away from it, Lucas forced himself to sit up and close his eyes to meditate.

'Meditate. I need to meditate.'

Just one. He only needs one more Spiritual Energy to summon Spot. As long as he could summon him, his chance of survival would be more or less secured.

And so, Lucas closed his eyes to meditate once more.