[Congratulations on summoning a 4 Star Entity. You are the fastest person to do so. A title has been unlocked.]
[The title "Master of the Strong" has been unlocked.]
The notifications flooded my vision.
I ignored them.
"Move," Brago said calmly.
Heat rolled off his body as alarms began to echo through the building. I did not need to look outside to know what was happening. A high class demon appearing in the middle of a densely populated city was impossible to conceal.
I let out a breath.
"I messed up," I said as we moved. "We need to leave the city now."
Brago gave a slow nod. He did not question the order.
We reached the stairwell just as hostile intent slammed into my senses. It was sharp, organized, and unmistakably focused on us.
"Multiple combatants approaching," Brago said. "Well equipped. Not guards."
So the hunters had already arrived.
The doors burst open. Three armored figures rushed in, weapons glowing with enchantments. A fourth stood behind them, staff raised, mana already surging.
"Confirmed high class demon," one of them shouted. "Containment formation."
Brago stepped forward, placing himself between them and me.
"Remain behind me, Master," he said. "This will be brief."
He traced a sigil in the air. The temperature spiked violently.
The floor liquefied.
From the molten stone rose massive forms of lava and rock. Lava elementals tore themselves free, their presence turning the stairwell into an inferno.
One hunter screamed as his armor overheated, enchantments failing under the sheer temperature. Another tried to retreat, only to be dragged under by molten stone.
The caster began chanting.
Brago turned his head slightly.
"Submit."
The word echoed with power.
Runes flared around the caster as his chant died. His eyes went vacant, knees striking the ground as his will shattered under domination magic.
"Bind them," Brago ordered.
The enslaved caster obeyed instantly. Arcane restraints snapped shut around his former allies. The remaining hunters struggled briefly before being crushed beneath lava born hands.
Silence returned in seconds.
Brago dismissed the elementals. The molten stone cooled rapidly, leaving behind cracked black slag and unconscious bodies.
"We should leave," Brago said. "More will follow."
I nodded, forcing myself to stay upright as my head swam.
"Yeah. They belong to a guild," I said. "Not city guards. There is a guy named Zeke. He is not here right now, but this city is basically his territory."
Brago glanced at me.
"Explain."
"Exclusive Skill," I said between breaths. "He can create magical weapons. Custom ones. The people you just fought were likely his. They specialize in hunting things that stand out."
Brago was silent for a moment.
"Then this conflict is unfinished," he said.
"Definitely," I replied with a weak laugh. "Summoning you put me on his radar. Once he gets back, he will want answers. Or my head."
Brago extended his hand.
"Then survival requires relocation."
A complex sigil burned into the air. Heat surged beneath our feet.
"Hold on," he said.
The world twisted.
When my vision cleared, the city was gone. Cool night air washed over us as rocky terrain replaced stone and steel. We stood far beyond the city's borders.
I dropped to one knee, breathing hard.
Brago remained standing, unscathed.
"This Zeke," he said calmly. "If he returns, he will pursue us?"
"Yeah," I answered. "And he will not come alone."
Brago looked toward the distant glow of the city.
"Then prepare," he said. "You have summoned a four star entity. The world will respond."
Despite the exhaustion dragging me toward unconsciousness, I smiled.
This was not over.
Not even close.