Chapter 8: The First Mythical

Vale stood in the quiet clearing of the jungle, the lush trees surrounding him, as he prepared to test his newfound Lord of Summoner talent. His mind was focused, his body tense with anticipation. After all, summoning a mythical beast was no small feat, and he had no idea what would appear.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his Flameborn Blade, the heat of the flames still flickering in his hand. He had used the summoning talent once before, but this time, he was summoning something truly legendary—something far beyond the scope of what he had faced before.

Vale took a deep breath, and with a commanding focus, he activated the Lord of Summoner talent. A vortex of wind and energy swirled around him as the air shimmered with power. He could feel the immense force of the summoning beginning to take shape, and his heart raced in his chest.

A low, rumbling growl pierced the air, and Vale's eyes widened as a shadow began to form. His focus sharpened, and before he knew it, the air exploded with an intense force as a mythical beast emerged before him.

Standing towering above Vale, its fur like silver moonlight and eyes burning with an unearthly glow, the beast was none other than Fenrir, the legendary wolf said to command the wind itself. But there was something even more surprising—the beast spoke.

"So, this is the one who summoned me? A human, no less…" Fenrir's voice was low and filled with amusement. It looked down at Vale with curious eyes. "How intriguing. I must admit, I'm quite impressed that someone like you managed to pull me from the depths of existence."

Vale stood in stunned silence for a moment, processing what was happening. Fenrir—the legendary beast of myth, one of the most powerful creatures in existence—was standing before him, and it was talking to him.

"You're… you're Fenrir?" Vale managed, his voice steady despite the shock.

The wolf snorted in amusement, a sound like the wind howling through the trees. "Indeed. And you are Vale Morian, I presume? The one who summoned me and dared command my power. Tell me, human—what is it you seek?"

Vale felt his heartbeat quicken. He had summoned a creature beyond his expectations, and now he was standing before it, trying to comprehend the full scope of its power. He had no words for the awe and excitement rushing through him.

"I seek strength," Vale said simply. "And I intend to rise to the top."

Fenrir's eyes glinted with interest. "Strength? You summoned me, and now I am bound to you, loyal and true. But know this: while you are my master, I will not be controlled easily. I will test you, human, and only those worthy may command my power."

Vale nodded, understanding the weight of the challenge before him. Fenrir was not just a beast to be commanded; it was a partner, a force of nature that demanded respect. He wasn't sure how the others would react to his new companion, but it mattered little. His power was growing at an unprecedented rate, and with Feru—Fenrir's new name—by his side, there was no limit to what he could achieve.

After Fenrir had fully materialized, Vale quietly mounted the beast's back. The air was alive with the energy of the wind, and Vale could feel the strength of Feru, his mythical beast, pulsing beneath him. The wolf's power was intoxicating—speed, strength, and an aura of pure, unbridled force.

Together, Vale and Fenrir rode deeper into the jungle. The trees parted as if acknowledging their passage, the wind itself guiding them forward. Vale's hand rested on the hilt of his sword as they made their way through the jungle, heading toward greater challenges.

As they ventured deeper into the wilds, Vale and Feru encountered monsters more formidable than any Vale had faced before. Feru, with his legendary speed and the wind-blessed power of the Dao of Speed, effortlessly dispatched any threat that stood in their way.

The final trial for the day came when they encountered a Gold-level Boss that had been terrorizing the jungle. The boss was a massive, serpent-like creature with scales like polished obsidian, its hiss echoing through the trees.

Vale's first instinct was to fight it himself, but with Feru at his side, he knew better. The mythical wolf was far beyond him in terms of sheer power. Vale took a step back, allowing Feru to take the lead.

In an instant, Feru was on the creature, moving like a blur of wind and fury. The Gold-level Boss didn't stand a chance. Feru's speed and wind-infused attacks overwhelmed it, and within seconds, the serpent was dead—its essence disappearing into the air.

Vale watched in awe as the mythical beast effortlessly took down the boss, his mind still racing from the events that had unfolded so quickly. Feru was far stronger than any human could imagine, and Vale now realized the true power of summoning a creature of this caliber.

As the jungle fell silent once again, Vale took a moment to collect his thoughts. Feru stood beside him, the wind softly rustling around them. Vale knew this was only the beginning of a much larger journey, but with Feru by his side, he was ready for whatever came next.