Dragon summoner

Vishu's heart pounded like thunder in his chest. "But… why me? Why are they blaming me? What did I do?"

Ryan's expression turned deadly calm.

"Because the truth is fragile," he said. "And you? You were the perfect pawn. All I had to do was plant a little seed… and the world did the rest."

He chuckled " you know. I love to spread cruelty in this world so I can be powerful . The owner of this body have some hatred for you. So I could control him easily."

Vishu's chest heaved, fists clenched, eyes blazing with fury and pain. But in the midst of that storm of emotion… something clicked.

Ryan tilted his head. "What? Cat got your tongue again?" he mocked.

But Vishu wasn't looking at Ryan anymore the same way. His pain sharpened into clarity.

"You think you're powerful," Vishu said quietly. "You think the darkness, the cruelty make you powerful but you are forgetting that the good will always win.

Ryan's smirk faltered, just a little. "What are you talking about?"

Vishu slowly raised the sword, its surface glinting faintly—alive, pulsing with something ancient and watchful. The black fog behind Ryan stirred uneasily, as if reacting to the blade.

Ryan narrowed his eyes. "What is that? That sword…"

Vishu took a step forward, his confidence returning, deeper than before.

"You see the fog… but you don't know what's beyond it. This sword… it's not just a weapon. It sees what your eyes can't. It led me here—not just to you, but to the truth."

Ryan's expression darkened. "What are you talking about?"

Vishu smirked this time, bitter but cold. "You killed Luice and thought that made you powerful. But there's something far greater at play. Something ancient… something that chose me."

Ryan backed half a step without realizing.

Ryan took a cautious step back, eyes flicking to the sword, then to Vishu. But his fear quickly masked itself in arrogance. His twisted grin returned.

"What can your little toy do?" he scoffed. "You think that blade makes you special?"

He spread his arms wide, the black fog behind him writhing and curling like snakes around his shoulders.

"I am a shadow demon, Vishu. I can bend minds to my will. Turn hearts to stone. Corrupt the soul. I've made people do things so vile they can't even recognize who they've become afterward."

His voice grew deeper, warped, inhuman.

"I can break you… just like I broke them."

Without warning, Ryan lunged forward, darkness surging from his hands like claws of smoke—

But then—

BOOM.

A deafening pulse erupted as Ryan collided with an invisible force, knocking him backward with a crack of blue light.

The air trembled. Sparks of energy crackled around Vishu, and for the first time, the barrier became visible—a shimmering, radiant dome of deep blue light swirling with ancient runes.

Ryan hit the ground hard, stunned, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What… what is this?" he hissed, scrambling to his feet.

He stared at the barrier, chest heaving, shadows curling around his fists, trying to claw at it—but every tendril that touched it sizzled and vanished into smoke.

His voice faltered. "Who's protecting you…? What are you?"

Vishu stood still, the sword in his hand glowing faintly now, resonating with the barrier around him.

For the first time, he didn't look like a frightened boy. He looked like something… chosen.

He met Ryan's gaze, eyes calm, voice steady.

"I don't know everything yet," he said, "but someone… or something… awakened to protect me. And i think you can't even touch me because I am not you . I don't have any bad intentions.

The shadows behind Ryan stirred uneasily, as if even they feared what they had just seen.

The sword pulsed in Vishu's hand, vibrating with sudden energy—as if it had decided something on its own.

Then, without warning, it shot forward.

Slicing through the air, it struck the black fog.

The moment the blade touched it, the shadows shrieked—a high-pitched, inhuman sound—and began to dissolve, evaporating into the night like smoke pulled into a void. One by one, the tendrils of darkness vanished, until only silence remained.

Ryan collapsed to the ground—unconscious.

Vishu stood frozen, heart racing, watching him with wary eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Ryan's forehead.

Suddenly—

Ryan's eyes snapped open.

He blinked rapidly, confused. "What… What am I doing here?" he muttered, glancing around. "Where are we? Vishu? What are you doing here?"

He sat up, dazed. "I… I don't remember anything…"

Vishu's eyes widened in shock. He took a cautious step back. He doesn't remember anything? The fog… it wiped his memory?

Relief washed over him like a crashing wave. Good… he thought. If he remembers nothing, I'm not exposed. Not yet.

But then Ryan clutched his head and groaned, eyes tightening in pain.

"Wait…" he whispered. "Something's… wrong."

Images began to flash through his mind—broken pieces, blood, screams, betrayal.

"No… no…" he muttered, staggering to his feet. "I… I did something. Something terrible."

Then it all came rushing back like a tidal wave.

That day.

Luice. The school. The betrayal.

Vishu's breath caught in his throat as Ryan's fragmented memory unfolded in his mind like a broken film reel…

Luice had been waiting in the classroom, confused but calm, rubbing the side of his head where he had struck Vishu hours before.

"Ryan?" he had asked, stepping into the dim room where Ryan waited alone. "Why did you call me here? Is something wrong? Do you need help?"

Ryan had turned to him, slowly, a crooked smile on his lips. But his eyes… they were cold. Lifeless.

"Yeah," Ryan said smoothly. "You're my friend, right? You'd do anything I ask?"

Luice, though puzzled, had smiled back. "Of course. We've known each other for years. You're like my brother."

Ryan chuckled. A dark, hollow laugh.

"Good," he said softly. "Because today… you're going to die."

Before Luice could react—steel flashed.

The blade sank deep into his side. Blood splattered across the floor. Luice staggered, gasping.

"Wh-what… are you doing?" he cried, eyes wide with betrayal and pain. "I trusted you… I did what you said… why?!"

Ryan had leaned in close, whispering one final word:

"Because I could."

Back in the present, Ryan fell to his knees, breathing heavily, horrified.

"I… I killed him," he whispered. "I killed Luice… My God, what have I done? I never intended to kill him. He was my friend."

Vishu stepped back, stunned. The truth was out. Ryan remembered—but only pieces.

And now, the weight of it was destroying him from the inside.