My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 949 - 950: The Seal
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Under a pristine sky, the icy wind clawed at their flesh while the vast ocean sprawled limitlessly below. Damon and Seras remained rooted on the frosty ledge, their eyes locked on the vessel until it faded gradually from sight.
Merely when it dwindled to a distant outline against the skyline did Seras at last pivot to face him.
She pulled out her sword.
The tachi shone with a chilling, ruthless gleam. The edge vibrated faintly in the still atmosphere, and her gaze hardened, brimming with lethal resolve.
Damon gave a single nod and flung the trinket skyward.
The golden eye whirled through the heavens.
Seras’ presence abruptly turned frigid.
In one fluid stroke of her blade, it seemed the entire realm drained of vibrancy. The heavens, the waters, the frost—all merged into a blurred ribbon of warped dimension.
The cut ripped through the fabric of existence.
Right at the heart of the sword's arc lay the eye.
Damon observed in stunned awe the raw might of the strike. The very void had been rent apart, though Seras evidently hadn't meant to achieve that.
The eye started to quiver fiercely.
All at once, fires forged from solid gold burst forth from within.
They coiled and converged, shaping into a colossal avian form composed wholly of blazing radiance. The golden flame bird let out a piercing cry as it battled the annihilating energy ripping through its being.
For an instant, the world burst into a riot of hues.
Then the eye cracked.
It exploded into fragments.
The fiery bird grew wildly erratic right away. Its structure splintered as surges of scorching blaze started expanding outward in a tremendous sweep of ruin.
Damon had no need to instruct Matia to take cover.
She leaped straight into his shadow without hesitation.
Seras glanced his way precisely as the golden inferno commenced sweeping over the waters and firmament.
Before she could respond, Damon scooped her up in his arms.
She stared in astonishment. In truth, she had been ready to unleash a levitation incantation.
Damon ignored that entirely.
Clutching her firmly, he dashed ahead and stomped his foot hard.
The frozen surface cracked under his impact.
Seras’ eyes bulged as the sea emerged below them.
For a split second, she imagined he intended to plunge in.
Should that prove true, catastrophe would ensue. Such a blast would summon every beast lurking in the nearby depths.
Yet Damon refrained from submerging.
Instead, he sprinted.
His boots touched the water's face like firm earth.
This ability was his.
[Skill: Wave Walk]
[Description:]
Inspired by the graceful stride of sea spirits and water-dancers from the Oceanic Temple of Theris, Wave Walk was once a divine rite reserved for emissaries of the deep. Now adapted for battle and travel alike, it allows the user to treat even the wildest oceans as steady ground.
[Effect:]
Grants the ability to walk, run, or stand on any body of water as if it were solid ground. User is unaffected by waves, currents, or surface tension for the duration.
[Type:] Active
[Cooldown:] 0 seconds
Damon pressed on.
Noticing the encroaching devastation in their wake, he invoked yet another ability.
[Skill: Accel]
[Description:]
My sister moved like the wind, free and untouchable. When she drew her sword, the battle was already over. Speed is everything in combat. Even here in the abyss, I remember her: swift, regal, faster than death itself.
[Effect:]
Greatly amplifies movement speed by 10,000% when traversing vast distances. However, you experience 10,000% the exhaustion afterward.
[Type:] Active
[Cooldown:] 12 seconds
A tremendous shockwave boomed forth.
Damon surged ahead over the sea.
He dashed up the flank of a soaring swell like scaling a slope, then vaulted from its peak.
He hit the surface with a resounding crash and kept charging.
In their trail, the waters churned furiously as the golden blaze propagated over the depths. The ocean shimmered with an intense golden radiance from the flames' untainted fury.
Off in the distance, Damon spotted the vessel.
Then an immense form stirred under the waves he traversed.
A colossal shade.
An aura of terror permeated the surroundings.
Abruptly, a titanic jaw gaped open below him.
It spanned leagues in all directions.
Damon's scalp prickled as the behemoth unveiled itself. The seas around twisted savagely into a gigantic vortex, pulling all toward the beast’s maw.
Damon crouched and bounded upward.
Then once more.
His instincts screamed alerts as he triggered another technique.
[Skill: Air Walk]
[Description:]
A mystical technique from the Skyward Monks of Mount Vienta, Air Walk allows the user to defy gravity in short bursts. Legends say its masters could dance among clouds and duel above storms.
[Effect:]
User can create temporary footholds in the air, allowing mid-air dashes, jumps, or changes in direction. Each step lasts for 1.5 seconds before vanishing.
[Type:] Active
[Cooldown:] 0 seconds
Their locks thrashed fiercely in the gale.
They glimpsed the ship a few leagues off, floating and poised.
Damon altered course while airborne.
He propelled off an unseen platform.
A thunderous boom resounded as he hurled them toward the craft.
They soared through the air for leagues before crashing straight into the ship's shield.
The collision sent ripples across the barrier like disturbed liquid.
Their velocity halted abruptly, and the pair gently descended before tumbling onto the planks.
Damon hit the deck on his back, with Seras atop him.
A trickle of blood dripped from his nostril.
"Phew."
He exhaled a deep breath of relief.
Far off from their position, inside a dungeon holding numerous sealed foreigners, a figure with golden locks and an odd emblem on his brow gripped his left eye.
Blood streamed from it.
"Lowly mortals..." he gnashed his teeth.
Nearby, the clank of shackles echoed in the gloom.
A voice emerged from the obscurity.
"Why the sour expression, Morticai?"
He lifted his head gradually, scowling at the fellow captives.
These outsiders had been confined in this realm by Mugu the Wicked Prophet.
"The unknown god’s authority, the Boundary Maker... is slowly being corroded," Morticai stated icily. "Mugu’s seal will falter eventually."
A grating chuckle reverberated through the cell.
"Hahaha... we’ve been saying that for thousands of years."
Yet another inmate scoffed from the shadows.
"We cannot leave this seal."