My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 893 - 894: All Good Things

The emperor swiftly took charge as the host, rallying all those gathered. With numerous key leaders already on site, it made sense to align their efforts and outline a basic strategy ahead of the rush to defend their individual territories.

Assaults from demons could erupt without warning, given that they had now plunged into full-scale conflict.

Directors of the war banks would promptly pivot the entire system to a war footing. Resources would get channeled into arming the troops and covering every need that battle required.

Damon hauled Luna and Iris with him while trailing Evangeline and her mother toward the Brightwater clan's stronghold in the capital. That spot offered the utmost security for them.

Within the carriage, a heavy quiet hung over the group. The day's shocking disclosures had left them all stunned. Damon kept stealing looks at his sister, wishing she'd break the silence.

"I won't pry if you don't want to share," she murmured.

Damon grinned.

"Truth is, I was hoping you'd ask."

"How long have you kept this?" she cut in, hungry for details.

Damon lifted his shoulders, his frame still throbbing from the injuries endured in the nightmare.

"For some time now. Did you realize Mom actually planned for us to stay with that old coot all these years? The irony is, the locals knew but stayed mum out of fear. They didn't even dig into the facts. Just hearing 'noble' made them quake."

Luna shot him a frosty stare.

"So you hid this from me the whole time, didn't you?"

Damon extended his hand and patted her head.

"If it helps, Evangeline was in on it too and acted clueless."

Evangeline tsked in annoyance.

"I just learned about it lately as well. Don't drag me into this mess."

Damon managed to keep teasing Evangeline right up until they arrived at the castle.

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The sun had dipped below the horizon ages ago, and the turmoil of the day had at last subsided.

After what felt like forever, Damon retrieved the elixir in his chamber. He set it down on the desk and eyed Luna.

"Here it is—the elixir granting pseudo immortality. To be honest, I'm unclear on its complete powers. What I do know is that it will heal you."

Luna grasped the vial and met her brother's gaze.

"I don't want to know the dangers. I believe in you. Plus, starting now, I'll be the one shielding you."

She lifted the vial and swallowed its liquid.

For an instant, everything appeared unchanged.

Suddenly, her locks shimmered with intense white radiance. Her core surged with arcane power, and her form rose faintly off the ground before easing back down.

She lifted her palm, examining herself. Her mouth trembled as she channeled mana along her arcane pathways.

"The agony... it's vanished," she breathed, tears trailing down her cheeks.

Damon offered a gentle smile. Had he perished, he'd have missed this moment forever.

Luna's sobs wouldn't cease, so Damon allowed them to flow. The girl had endured too much suffering.

At length, she drifted off, and Damon bore her to her quarters.

Back in his room, he spotted a fiery-haired maiden perched on his mattress.

He gave a subtle smile upon seeing her.

"I never thought the demons would launch war against us. Events are unfolding at breakneck speed," she said softly.

Damon shrugged.

It was bound to happen eventually.

He settled next to her.

"You were correct. Perhaps death wasn't the solution. I figured ending it would thwart him, but the Unknown God demonstrated otherwise. As the deity of decisions, how could I assume any path I chose would elude him?"

He bowed his head.

"Even in death, what would prevent him from resurrecting me? He's already displayed that ability. I might lock myself in a cycle of self-destruction, only for him to restore me repeatedly."

Lilith's eyes tightened a fraction.

"If that's true, then what drove his scheme? An aim justifying such heavy involvement. Were you the goal, or just the lure?"

She cradled her forehead.

"Don't forget the flower. It held value if he sent Ittorath to fetch it. That bloom was likely his main target. Yet what if he aimed to reveal Lazarak’s history to us too?"

She turned toward him, tucking her legs under as she sat on the bed.

"Suppose he laid a snare for the goddess kin? We might resent our trials, but we've uncovered vast insights. We probably grasp more about the Zero Epoch and the divine downfall than almost anyone."

She dangled a key from her fingers.

"And the Tomb of Lazarak. Actually, the crypt of the minor deities. This has to be where the lesser gods rest."

Damon let out a sigh.

"I guess the next puzzle is unraveling Mugu’s background and his roots in the demon land of Centros."

Lilith dipped her chin a bit, then agreed with a nod.

"Indeed. But that's not my sole purpose here. I came to say sorry. For all of it. Forgive me for not honoring your choice."

Damon shook his head.

"You had the right of it, and I was more wrong."

He laid his palm atop hers.

She rose gradually.

"I ought to leave. We'll chat come morning."

Damon caught her wrist. His pulse raced as he drew her close into his embrace.

He planted slow kisses along her neck, causing her cheeks to blaze crimson.

He murmured into her ear.

Next, he claimed her lips. They felt tender, and he inhaled the fragrance of gardenia.

His fingers sought the zipper at her back, easing it downward gradually, grazing her exposed skin as the gown fell aside.

He cupped the creamy softness of her bosom, drawing a soft gasp from her.

He eased her onto the bed while she worked at his garments.

Their hushed sighs filled the space as they tangled amid the linens.

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Conclusion of Volume Six

Writer’s Note

Finally, that villain has broken. Picture my torment watching him indulge with Lilith—that lowlife. I'm certain you overlook it thanks to my fair handling of him, but my goal is to wreck his existence.

No matter. As a fellow, it stings to watch one parched while another drowns in excess. Revel in it, Damon. The next arc is where I roast you.

Setting my jealous gripes aside.

This volume focused on unearthing history and perhaps tracing the vow's source: "Forge something wondrous."

As you've noticed, it lacks a definite, followable beginning. Time twists in enigmatic fashions, beyond mortal grasp.

With that, it's time to wrap this volume. It lingered beyond my plans, but I refuse to skimp. Still, the close approaches—only three arcs remain.

I hope you'll journey with me until the finish.

Regards,

Rengadex