My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 885 - 886: Fall Of God

A severe wound ran down his flank, with blood gushing out quicker than he could stem the flow.

His breaths came in ragged gasps. In the stark white chamber, half the supporting columns lay in ruins, totally demolished, while the enclosing walls had tumbled down, revealing the outer realm.

Each of his fresh demon horns lay fractured. He had wielded them like lethal instruments in battle.

He drew in a sharp breath as the area ahead warped and crumpled.

Lilith Astranova appeared in that spot.

"How many times have you clashed with me already," she inquired with icy detachment. "Anticipating my strategies even before I deploy them."

Her emerald gaze held no trace of compassion.

The enchanted array under Damon’s soles contracted even more, flickering weakly like an expiring fire. It dwindled steadily smaller, as luminous symbols started to emerge on Damon’s frame and within Sylvia’s grasp.

Lilith served as the primary attacking pillar of the incantation.

From her palm, the symbols merged into a forbidden artifact.

The item morphed into a contorted blade, emitting a pale glow while glyphs danced over its edge. Inside, Damon glimpsed countless tormented spirits twisting under the weapon's form.

"This blade requires just one last offering," Lilith stated without emotion. "The demise of a deity."

Damon inclined his head, then gradually donned his helmet, concealing his features behind it together with his shattered horns.

"Very well," he replied steadily. "In that case, I'll overcome you prior to its completion."

Lilith offered no reply.

She merely tilted her gaze upward, her palms drenched in crimson.

Suddenly, the tower's upper levels burst open in a violent eruption.

The edifice tore asunder completely, allowing fierce winds from beyond to surge inside.

Damon lifted his gaze, his eyes flaring wide in shock.

Not only he witnessed the sight.

Throughout the chaotic field of combat, hostilities halted abruptly. All eyes turned skyward.

An enormous chain extended toward the skies, unbelievably immense, strained tight by a gigantic shadowy entity. Each tug brought the firmament crashing downward.

The sunlight and vapors plummeted from above.

The celestial realm was yanked earthward.

And accompanying it, the divine beings battling in the heights.

Seraph Null resisted the plunge desperately, his surviving wings beating furiously while his enormous body strained to shove the heavens back into place.

Such efforts proved pointless.

It felt akin to battling an unseen barrier.

His feathers twisted and snapped. His bound figure creaked beneath the immense pressure. Crimson droplets poured from the clouds, and wherever they struck the ground, the terrain twisted unnaturally. Metallic blooms intertwined with fetters sprouted from the dirt.

Yet the descent persisted without mercy.

Down below, Abellona remained rooted in place.

"Is this what divine might truly entails."

The skies pulverized all that rose high.

The pinnacle of the Black Tower fragmented, disintegrating as the heavens were hauled ever closer by Lazarak’s incantation.

At last, it surrendered fully.

Only the platform where Damon battled Lilith and Sylvia endured, the potion illuminating softly in the background, its light pulsing dimly.

Then came Seraph Null's plummet.

Devoid of any wings to support him and his physique ravaged past all form, his shape diminished as he slammed onto the tower's base.

Shortly after, the dark mass embodying Lazarak descended too, crashing as an amorphous surge of obscurity.

Shadows unfurled over the surface, engulfing the surroundings.

On the far end, Seraph Null had transformed into a huge sphere of links, spanning almost ten meters across.

Damon paid him no mind.

He dashed to Lazarak's side, dropping to one knee next to the twisting void.

The darkness coalesced, shaping into a visage.

Lazarak offered a faint grin.

"I'll recover soon enough," he murmured gently. "This is merely a setback. Grant me a moment."

Damon gave a nod.

Next, he spotted Sylvia and Lilith advancing on Seraph Null.

Sylvia invoked a bolstering enchantment, and Lilith lifted her arm.

Void Scythe.

Seraph Null lacked the strength to stir as they closed in.

"You insolent humans dare," he wailed feebly. "Have you lost your minds? I am a god. A god."

He attempted to crawl back slightly while the emptiness amassed.

"How can a mere human command a technique bearing divine power."

Lilith showed no pause.

She swung the scythe downward.

The void quivered.

Seraph Null quaked as dread overtook his otherworldly essence.

"You wretched human," he choked out. "Should I perish, this realm perishes alongside me."

Lilith regarded him with frigid disdain, then hoisted the blade crafted from the ritual.

"Your fate means nothing to me."

She drove the dagger deep into the bindings.

Seraph Null’s essence was pulled free, shrieking as it vanished into the weapon.

Lilith dropped to her knees, her vitality ebbing away, with half of it channeling into the dagger.

Sylvia suffered equally. The ritual claimed half her years too. She hacked up blood and almost toppled, steadying herself by clutching Lilith’s arm.

"I," she breathed. "Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

Lilith pivoted, eyeing Damon who stood motionless, drenched in his own gore.

Symbols amassed and solidified above his torso.

"He leaves me with no alternative," she uttered softly. "I refuse to watch him perish without action."

She refused to witness his death once more.

Sylvia shut her eyes, then inclined her head in agreement.

"A single strike," she warned. "Even one graze, and the hex activates fully."

Damon caught the words.

Her message reached him too.

The doubt lingered in her tone.

"I can't bring myself to do it," Sylvia whispered, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "You're correct. I fall short of your resolve. Thus, I won't."

His existence had revolved around endurance. She wouldn't doom him to an eternity of torment.

She yearned for his survival, yet not under such conditions.

Lilith advanced resolutely.

"In that case, I'll handle it by myself."

Beyond the walls, the realm trembled violently.

The ground split open. Waters ran red with gore. Foliage decayed rapidly. Arcane distortions ravaged the terrain.

This plane's deity had met his end.

As had its harmony.

The shackled masses dropped to the earth as their restraints dissolved. Their patron had vanished.

Their domain crumbled away.

Far off, the fabric of existence frayed at the edges.

Yet for those from Damon’s realm, such calamities held no sway.

A quivering finger rose, gesturing toward the prize.

"The elixir of pseudo immortality. It's genuine."

Mayhem ignited without delay.

A few stormed toward the spire.

Others unleashed spells to fell them.

With foes eliminated, conflict reignited.

No longer for mere existence.

But driven by avarice.