A Dual Crest Summoner In Infinite Summoning World

After an hour and a half of arrow shooting, they had finally managed to get the arrow to go from one side of the stone that was sticking out to the other side in the middle of the waterfall. The vines, even after being connected, were not enough to scale the waterfall twice, so Auren and the others had added pieces of their own clothes to it.

They had made it big enough so the two ends could reach down into the river while the middle part was wrapped around the stone on top. Staying in the river was also another thing Auren had suggested, in case the mixed rope broke so the Jaguar wouldn't be hurt. The flow was quite powerful, but they still managed to stay in, holding on to the stone wall, and tied the Jaguar.

The older kids pulled from the other end, and the summoned beast started the ascent. Once it was up and had found solid footing, the eldest son of the Cornvell house used the special ability their family's spirit beast had.

Auren was standing beside the guy when he closed his eyes and muttered under his breath something in a weird language. In the next second, the whole body of the young man started unraveling into pitch-black liquid. The ground pulled all of it inside, and after a few seconds the boy rose out of the water beside his Jaguar atop the waterfall.

That was a very disturbing thing to see. It broke all the laws of physics Auren had ever learned. Did all spirit beast summoners have secret techniques that their beasts gave them?

Fascinating thing indeed. Compared to that, his black particles seemed like a very average ability. Auren wouldn't trade it, though. He liked his summoned object.

"There is nothing blocking the way as far as I can see," the Cornvell boy said after pulling himself out of the river and standing at the side.

"We could give the vines a try. If it breaks and we fall—it's just water.." the younger Breagor boy said.

Everyone nodded, and they started climbing using the vines. First was Althea, the skinniest of them all. The makeshift rope held on, and her brother followed behind. Auren went after. The Cornvell boy pulled them up, but they still mostly used their own hands to climb, using the rope for support.

It did eventually snap when the Baron's son's turn came. Still, by using more clothes and making two or three more tries, they all successfully made it up.

Auren had already scanned the surroundings, going on a little walk. There was a way upriver filled with rocks and sand. It would be hard to go, but not impossible. There were still no signs of the adults or the Basilisks. Neither could Auren see any place where the narrow valley gave a way for them to go up.

Now that Auren took a look down the waterfall, he realized they couldn't go north either. Even that would require them to climb the valley somehow—unless they could find some cave or something. Going to the Stormlands was equally hard; it would pull them away from the Basilisks, though. Well, they were not going that way.

Going upriver was also a good enough strategy—the only thing Auren didn't like about it was that it was completely reliant on the hope that the others somehow survived fighting two Basilisks and would be looking for them. The valley was too deep, and the climb up would probably not be possible with the body he currently had. Maybe the height shortened after some distance.

With that hope in his heart, Auren and his group of noble children started the journey upriver. The forest was too thin for it to have big game, but they still came across small animals, hunting them on their way. On the side of the river, on both sides, long narrow stretches of greenery flourished. But if there were prey here, Auren knew for sure what would follow behind—predators, bigger and much stronger than the ones above the valley.

This valley was like a safe haven for whatever animal dominated here—that was, if it was not the same Basilisk. If it was, they were well and truly fucked.

In the eight-person group, only three had swords. The rest barely had their own armor on their bodies at all. Auren was not so worried about the lack of weapons, but he wouldn't be able to use his particles without being in grave danger, which made this a more annoying journey than it already was.

The many teenage boys were heroically trying to impress Petrcia, being overly enthusiastic about killing small animals and helping her climb minor rocks and boulders, extending their hands. Auren reminded himself for the tenth time that they were just kids. Before this trip, most of them had not even left their fathers' towns and regions without an army of soldiers ready to aid in every little thing they had to do.

The mood became somber, however, when they found a couple of dead Baron's sons at the edge of the river, bloated full of water. They smelled bad.

Everyone just realized how devastating the incident they had just survived truly was. The fathers of these kids would really resent themselves for bringing them on the hunt. Now that Auren thought about it, the whole plan of this hunt was very messed up. Why did the Earls come so willingly on this hunt just as Dante sent the letters?

"We should bury them," the little lady spoke up.

Everyone, along with Auren, nodded. They buried all the bodies they found in the river, at some distance from the riverbank. They had to make it a little deeper so the animals wouldn't dig the corpses up. So far, only three boys were found by them.

Still, many were missing—who knew if they would ever find them at all.

They had barely crossed four to five kilometers in the day; the speed was really slow, added with all the burying and climbing up the waterfall.