Others Summon Monsters But I Summon Humans

The cave had settled into a quieter stillness.

The fire had burned itself down to a low, steady glow, its embers breathing in slow pulses of orange that painted the damp stone in warmth that didn’t quite reach the cold beneath it. Smoke curled lazily upward, thinning as it touched the higher air, while shadows clung to every uneven surface, shifting only when the flame cracked or sagged.

Tami lay near the fire, curled slightly onto his side. His face was relaxed in sleep, the tension from earlier gone from his brow, and his breathing rose and fell in an even rhythm that blended into the quiet of the cave.

Maya stood first.

Her legs wavered as she pushed herself upright, a subtle tremor running through her stance. She paused, letting the feeling pass, steadying herself with a controlled breath that filled her lungs slowly before releasing again. Her fingers tightened briefly around her arm as if anchoring herself to something real, and only when the weakness eased did she take another step.

Her eyes drifted toward Tami.

They lingered there for a moment, unreadable in the firelight, before she turned away.

Yuto sat apart from them, leaning against the cave wall with his head slightly lowered. The firelight barely reached him, leaving his features half-sunk in shadow, as though he had been there long enough to become part of the stone itself.

When Maya lowered herself beside him, the ground shifted faintly under her weight, loose grit sliding under her knees.

Yuto turned at once.

"You’re already up?"

Maya adjusted her posture, brushing dust from her sleeve in slow, deliberate strokes. "Barely."

Yuto studied her for a moment longer than necessary, his gaze lingering on the subtle strain in her movements. Then he spoke, voice quieter than before.

"That spell. Why did it leave you like that?"

Maya didn’t answer immediately. Her attention stayed on the fire, watching the way it bent and collapsed in on itself, the embers shifting like something alive that was slowly running out of breath.

"Well," she said at last, "I’m not a high-rank sorcerer. I can’t cast spells with my own strength alone."

Yuto stayed silent, letting her continue.

Maya lifted a hand to her neck, fingers brushing the pendant that rested against her skin. In the firelight it caught a dull shimmer, not bright enough to shine, but enough to hint at something buried inside it.

"This is what lets me do it."

The pendant shifted slightly as she let it fall back against her chest.

"But it doesn’t create power."

Her fingers closed lightly around the chain for a moment, as if she could feel something pulling back through it even now.

"It draws it."

Yuto’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Maya finally turned to face him.

"When I use it, it drains me. Strength, energy, everything I have. It takes whatever is there and turns it into the spell."

A quiet followed her words, thickened by the sound of the fire settling inward as a log collapsed into glowing fragments.

Yuto exhaled slowly. "So you’re emptying yourself every time you fight like that."

Maya gave a small nod.

"Yes."

Yuto leaned back against the wall again, letting the information settle in without comment.

That was a strange tool. Yuto thought. It could bestow her with great power incase she needed it in an emergency, but still using it would drain her and leave her weak in the aftermath, so she couldn’t use it for just any fight, it had to be a true fire situation and she had to be sure she could eliminate the threat completely or it would just wait till she was drained and then end her.

Across the cave, Tami shifted slightly in his sleep, then settled again, unaware of the conversation unfolding near him.

Maya’s shoulders loosened a fraction, as though speaking the truth had released something she had been holding too tightly.

After a moment, her gaze returned to Yuto.

"You’ve been distant," she said. "Why?"

Yuto’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

His eyes drifted past her, toward the fire, though he didn’t seem to be seeing it anymore. The warmth did not reach him the same way it reached the rest of the cave.

Then he let out a slow breath and tipped his head back against the stone.

"I remembered someone," he said.

Maya didn’t interrupt.

The fire cracked softly, sending a brief flare of light across the cave before settling again.

"Gina," Yuto added.

The name lingered in the air, heavier than the silence that followed it.

Maya tilted her head slightly. "Someone important?"

Yuto’s hand tightened once against his knee, subtle but controlled.

"Yes."

A pause stretched between them.

"She was my family. The only one I had."

Maya’s expression softened, though she did not speak.

"And she isn’t here now?" she asked after a moment.

Yuto gave a short, restrained breath. "I left her behind."

Maya shifted slightly closer, careful not to touch him yet, as if unsure whether distance was safer than comfort.

"Why?"

Yuto’s gaze lowered.

"She isn’t an Ethereal," he said quietly. "And I didn’t come here by choice."

Maya’s eyes sharpened faintly at that.

"You were forced?"

The question pressed into him, but he kept it contained, held just beneath the surface where it couldn’t spill over.

Not ready.

"I don’t want to talk about that yet," he said.

His voice came out steady enough, but there was no effort to disguise the weight behind it.

Maya watched him for a long moment, unreadable, as if measuring not the words but what they were protecting.

Then she gave a small nod. "Okay."

Nothing more.

The silence that followed wasn’t hollow or uncertain. It settled between them with a quiet kind of understanding, neither demanding nor avoiding anything.

It felt shared, not broken.

Resting gently against the soft crackle of the fire, as if the warmth itself was holding the space where words had stopped.

Then Maya leaned in slightly.

She rested her head against his shoulder.

Yuto went still in surprise, but he didn’t move away.