My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 974 - 975: It’s Me

The sunlit afternoon sky was seemingly altered as if gripped by an unseen force, light warping until the sun diminished, transforming into a solitary pale moon crowning the heavens.

Abruptly, water manifested across the battlefield, creating an expansive, perfectly reflective lake. Its surface remained unnaturally still, resembling a mirror that refused to yield to any disturbance.

Within the realm of Aetherus, the Moon Glades worshipped two moons, a principle Kadelas embodied through his domain. Above, a real and oppressive moon radiated crushing power, while its counterpart appeared as an illusion on the lake’s surface—a reflection that inexplicably carried the same weight as the original.

An endless forest materialized in silence, encircling the lake. Aside from the deliberate quiet, there was no wind and no rustling of foliage.

Kadelas stood at the center, holding the hovering Moon Disc as he lowered his hand. His robes fluttered slightly as the domain firmed up; his focused expression suggested total mastery over every aspect of this space.

This place was more than just a technique; it was a manifestation of himself.

He existed as the Moon Above the Glades—distant, untouchable, and a ruler who illuminated everything from an unreachable height. The heavenly moon represented that separation, visible to all but beyond the reach of any.

However, his affection for his people remained.

This was the purpose of the second moon.

The reflection in the water was no lesser entity; it was intimate, grounded, and accessible. Despite serving as their sovereign, his heart lingered where his people could grasp it.

This served as his domain.

Moonveil. The Moon Above the Moon Glades.

His objective was simple: provide illumination in the darkness and distribute beauty within a bleak, sparse world.

"RAAAWWGGGGHHHH!"

Rexagon’s shout tore through the domain like a tempest. His massive wings flapped once, warping the atmosphere, but the moon above intervened before he could progress further.

Slender white tethers descended.

They made instant contact with his scales.

The sharp, precise strikes carved into his form, creating glowing lacerations that refused to seal. His muscles tightened and his head jerked, annoyance gleaming in his eyes as the assault bit deeper than he anticipated.

Midair, he contorted to dislodge the attack, yet the light persisted, relentless.

Then, the lake stirred.

The lunar reflection shuddered, and an unseen force reached upward.

Rexagon’s expression shifted.

For an instant, his wings faltered.

His breath hitched.

Though no exterior wound appeared, his frame stiffened as if gripped from within. An invisible power tore at his very soul, dragging at something deep beneath his armored scales.

He emitted a low growl, pushing his aura outward in a desperate bid for suppression, but the pressure remained absolute.

Kadelas tightened his grip, solidifying his control.

"Hold formation."

The surrounding elves braced themselves, channeling mana into the domain. Despite sustaining injuries that stained their robes red, none retreated. Their individual auras bonded with the Moon Disc to bolster the space.

The intensity of the light surged.

The tethers thickened.

They burrowed deeper into Rexagon’s scales as the lake surged once more, bathing him in another wave of invisible force.

Rexagon’s momentum faltered.

Molten blood dripped from his wings, hissing as it struck the lake. His previous wounds reopened under the relentless pressure.

Fury burned in his eyes.

As he parted his jaws, the air grew distorted with building power.

A domain.

Kadelas recognized it instantly, his gaze sharpening as he raised his arm.

"Suppress him."

The domain obeyed.

The moonlight intensified, bearing down with crushing weight, while the lake became perfectly still, pinning him in place via its reflection.

Rexagon growled, his claws flexing in resistance as his body crouched under the weight of his own gathering energy.

He prepared to unleash it—

A figure darted forward.

Sylvia.

She moved without hesitation, pushing through the heavy domain pressure as her garments whipped about her. Light strands grazed her skin, yet she did not falter.

Kadelas’ eyes widened.

"Sylvia—!"

She reached Rexagon instantly, stopping directly before him, close enough that his scorching breath should have incinerated her.

She leaned in and whispered words only he could hear.

Rexagon grew still.

His pupils contracted as they locked onto her.

"You lie."

His voice, low and perilous, caused the air to tremble.

Sylvia remained firm, placing a hand against her chest while meeting his gaze.

"I swear it."

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

Rexagon slowly exhaled, the heat dissipating from his jaws.

"I see."

He spread his wings wide.

Kadelas reacted at once.

"Stop him!"

The domain constricted, the barrier thickening under the heavy moonlight.

Rexagon roared and lunged forward.

The impact rocked the domain, fracturing the air like fragile glass. The lake rippled, and several elves staggered as the backlash struck them, forcing some to cough up blood.

Rexagon retreated and struck again with greater ferocity.

The fissures grew deeper.

Molten blood sprayed from his wings as his wounds widened, yet he did not yield.

"I do not have time to squander on your kind."

He surged forward with his full might.

A single beat of his wings emitted a violent shockwave that shattered the weakened barrier.

The domain flickered.

Kadelas gritted his teeth, pouring more mana into the Moon Disc, but it was already failing.

Rexagon streaked toward the sky, his massive form piercing through the domain to break free.

He never looked back.

He did not falter.

He simply departed.

The forest dissolved.

The lake receded.

The moon faded.

Kadelas lowered his hand, his breathing heavy as the domain vanished completely.

They failed to defeat him.

Rexagon had chosen to leave on his own terms.

There was absolutely nothing they could have done to prevent it.

Kadelas looked toward his daughter, stunned.

"What did you say to him?"

Sylvia smiled at her father.

"That remains my secret."

She floated toward her mother, extending a hand.

"Surrender the communication crystal, the one used for the assassins sent after Damon."

Daphne silently handed it over.

Sylvia activated the device to contact Damon.

Immediately, a voice came through: "Hey Daphne darling, are you finally prepared to abandon that shifty husband of yours for someone better..."

Sylvia’s expression remained blank while everyone stared in awkward silence. Her mother felt like she could die of embarrassment.

"It is me," Sylvia stated icily.

Click. He ended the connection.