My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 929 - 930: The Great Escape

Clearly, Rexagon required just one vital item above all—a remedy to mend his wounds. Yet Damon lacked any elixir potent enough for the task, especially one suited to a dragon's physiology. Strangely, a superior elixir from the system could have done the job, but after countless battles and absorptions, the system ceased providing such premium restoratives.

Currently, his inventory held only inferior elixirs, along with those seized from the Brightwater family's alchemy workshops.

Without glancing behind, Damon sprinted toward the displacement flowers. Seras had skipped detailing her strategy to him, though it wasn't necessary; he'd already pieced it together.

The breeze whipped across his features, tousling his locks. Still, Damon sensed insufficient security, so he intensified his efforts by invoking the [5x] skill, directing it toward his velocity.

[Skill: 5x]

[Description:]

Warriors from the Sky Continent known as Vuldren represented unbridled liberty and endless advancement, their feats giving rise to the notion of infinite possibilities embodied in this ability.

[Effect:]

5x boosts a selected attribute to fivefold its original level for a duration of 5 minutes.

[Type:]

Active.

[Cooldown:] 10 minutes

Gusts howled in his wake. Part of him considered twisting around to check if his allies trailed him. Yet before that impulse could take hold, he recalled the ability that spelled doom for their group.

Oh right. That belonged to him.

Clenching his jaw, Damon triggered [Accel].

[Skill: Accel]

[Description:] My sister glided like the breeze—unfettered, elusive. The instant she unsheathed her blade, victory was assured. In fights, velocity reigns supreme. Even in this abyssal depth, her memory lingers: agile, majestic... outpacing demise.

[Effect:] Dramatically enhances travel pace by 10,000% across expansive areas. In turn, fatigue surges by 10,000% once finished.

[Type:] Active

[Cooldown:] 12 seconds

A thunderous shockwave shattered the atmosphere. Barely three seconds elapsed from Damon's command to flee until he streaked off like a thunderbolt.

At that precise juncture, Seras sprang into motion. The group unleashed a frenzy of evasion skills and enchanted relics.

Glimmers of light and indistinct shapes surged in pursuit of Damon.

Simultaneously, the dragon slipped the vial between his jaws. Every event unfolded in perfect synchrony.

As the vial met his tongue, it melted away, releasing its inner fluids. The flavor of a mediocre potion brushed against its formidable palate.

This fell short of even the system's decent low-grade variety... no, it was the bargain-basement sort, peddled at roadside vendors to budget-conscious explorers who prized coin over vitality.

Subpar essence laced with contaminants grazed his vast tongue, followed by utter emptiness. Such a brew failed to mend even the minor fissures in his hide, let alone his immense, formidable frame.

In that fleeting instant, Rexagon found himself utterly baffled on how to respond. Bewilderment gripped him deeply. The potion's concept itself didn't perplex him; rather, it was the sheer nerve behind it.

What sane being would possess the temerity to foist such a blatant fraud upon a dragon?

Rexagon's choice to take the vial stemmed not from folly. It arose from draconic mindset.

Rexagon functions through three core drives.

Pride, shared by fellow dragons, leads him to presume inferior creatures wouldn't risk betrayal. Deceiving a dragon courts annihilation. Thus, Rexagon avoids instant doubt of trickery, as it would suggest mortals possess the idiocy to defy him.

The next drive centered on his personal intrigue. The adage claims curiosity felled the feline, yet fulfillment revived it. For dragons, matters differed since curiosity posed no threat to their might.

Rexagon, being venerable and wounded, drew interest from this enigma.

An unfamiliar elixir from what he took for Ashcroft proved captivating.

Not desperation. Simply intrigue.

And intrigue ranks among the rare forces capable of eclipsing draconic arrogance.

The final drive involved shrewd assessment honed over ages. Should the elixir prove spurious, Rexagon forfeits naught. He could eliminate them later. Hence, receiving the vial posed minimal hazard.

Such reasoning epitomizes draconic thought.

A stir touched his core briefly, his massive talons quivering while the tiny vermin scurried below. Lifting his gaze, he bellowed in mirth, relishing the jest—yet as swiftly as joy arrived, it dissolved into fury upon grasping that a puny rodent had attempted to dupe him.

Damon had drawn near the displacement flowers by then. The ninth second ticked away as Rexagon squandered it in derisive chuckles.

He swiveled his gaze toward Damon.

The earth crumbled beneath, and Damon sensed his balance shatter, launching him airborne to tumble and slide while his former comrades overtook him with ease.

Not a soul paused amid the icy blast trailing them, nor as a massive, horrifying gash tore open the terrain.

Damon refused to allow capture and pulverization by the beast. He harnessed the gale stirred by Rexagon's fury to propel himself upward. Twisting in flight, he landed just as the expedition's ranks started fading, whisked elsewhere by the displacement flowers.

He braced to dissolve into the shadows for translocation when a grip seized his ankles. Peering below, he spotted an insectoid fiend with a pallid, skeletal form and crinkled hide clutching him, emerging from the soil.

Horror seized Damon as this vile entity delayed him by a mere heartbeat—ample time for the colossal talon to plunge toward him.

It seemed the entire realm had fixated on him, with a enormous talon ascending to smash him flat. Rexagon fumed, yet somehow viewed this affront as deeply personal.

Suddenly, the talon plummeted. Damon had resigned to his fate. In that dire moment, he'd already retrieved the amulet from the priest and prepared to activate it for flight to the snake temple when...

A feminine silhouette interposed between him and the descending talon. She thrust her blade skyward, silencing all noise in a deafening clamor like myriad swords colliding.

The resulting blast hurled them backward; precisely her intent. Clutching Damon, she propelled them through the displacement flowers as they flickered out of sight.

Seras swore under her breath.

"You bastard, you crazy bastard..."

Damon chuckled, surging with audacity.

"Ahh, don’t worry, dragons have the brains of a walnut... not very bright."

In his disappearance, a system notification rang out.

[Ragebait lvl 9]