My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 927 - 928: Gravewing

As awareness slowly returned to him, the group was already advancing. The initial sight that met his eyes was the immense overhead cover of the Evil Forest, dominated by its colossal trees. Occasional shafts of sunlight filtered through the foliage, grazing his vision in gentle, splintered rays.

Damon swiftly realized he rested on a stretcher. Acting without hesitation, he pushed himself upright, the carrier swaying irregularly across the undulating woodland ground. He pondered how he'd managed to stay on despite the numerous rises and valleys they'd traversed.

The vegetation in this area of the forest appeared thinner, with sections of the earth featuring jagged stones protruding through the soil.

His sudden movement drew Renata's notice. She had stayed close beside his stretcher while the four knights bore him along.

Damon looked her way as her smile appeared.

"Ohhh, you’re awake. That’s good... can you move?"

Her statement came across as ordinary, yet Damon couldn't pinpoint the reason for her hushed tone rather than a regular voice.

He hesitated, surveying the area around them. No unusual threat registered beyond the familiar heavy aura emanating from the Evil Forest.

Damon possessed the wisdom to hold his tongue until he'd assessed the situation fully. What circumstances might prompt Renata to speak in whispers?

She offered another smile, shaking her head gently.

"Its nothing big. There isn’t a horror nearby. We just decided it would be better to keep our voices down while we move..."

Damon held onto a touch of doubt. Still, it held little real importance. His injuries had mended, and the ache in his chest had vanished... at least temporarily. He harbored no grievances, given that he remained alive.

’Ha ha ha... hehe... heh... hehe hehe haha. Damn, deathless. You thought you could kill me with a ticking time bomb in my heart?’

Internally, he chuckled at his escape from death, grateful that his demonic nature... or half-demonic essence... stayed concealed. All seemed routine — as routine as survival got within the Evil Forest.

A faint rumble stirred from his belly.

The noise reverberated across the quiet woods, making a few companions nearby startle and lower their heads, bracing for potential disaster.

Damon's gaze sharpened with wariness.

"Wait a minute... something ain’t right."

From ahead, Seras signaled with a gesture, pressing the team to continue forward.

Wendy, who had approached him from the rear, shook her head in response.

"Anyone ever told you how paranoid you are?" she whispered.

"Yes... a lot actually. Apparently it’s delusional paranoia."

He folded his arms before dismounting the stretcher and planting his feet firmly on the earth.

"So we are dealing with something. I reckon it’s a horror that forces us to whisper, right? Well, I get it. These types of creatures are simple. As long as you follow their rules, you’d be fine... in fact, it’s advised not to engage."

Drawing from his own encounters, he shared this insight, intending for Wendy to absorb it.

The bronze-skinned woman rolled her eyes, mirroring his posture by crossing her arms across her ample bosom.

"Yeah right. That’s why you engaged the previous one. I don’t really care if you die, but if I don’t have my children back before you do... you better not dream of a peaceful afterlife."

Damon clenched his jaw and hastily muffled her with his hand.

"Shush—shush... we agreed to keep what happened between us quiet. And it’s not my fault... I tried my best. Stop making things difficult for me. Besides, it was a one time thing. You caught me at a bad time..."

Wendy shoved his arm aside, fixing him with a fierce stare.

"You better keep your word or else... the world will know what happened in your room that night."

"You can’t just blackmail me..." Damon muttered.

"I just did." she replied calmly.

In irritation, Damon lashed out with his foot at a stone embedded halfway in the dirt.

The immediate sensation was a subtle quiver in the ground, though the stone stayed put. Right after came a piercing, pulsing ache in his toes.

The entire group halted, their attention snapping to him.

Damon gave a casual shrug, bouncing lightly on one leg while clutching his injured foot.

"What?"

For an instant, stillness reigned.

Silence.

Then Seras exhaled gradually in relief. She approached him, seized his ear, and pulled firmly.

"Stop making noise."

She let go and returned to the lead position, signaling for the advance to resume.

The expedition team began marching once more.

Then...

The soil underfoot started to stir.

It undulated in languid, rhythmic waves. Moments later, the surrounding trees quivered, and the nearby elevations began dislodging solid boulders that rolled down their inclines.

Deep thuds echoed, intensifying steadily, as though the land below them drew breath.

Seras went rigid.

No one stirred.

Expressions drained of color, save for Damon, who struggled to comprehend the unfolding events.

At that instant, a prickling chill raced across his scalp as terror flooded through him.

The trees lifted upward.

Earth split and sank, sending clouds of dust billowing skyward. Members of the group staggered, footing lost. A far-off mound then tilted faintly, with grains pouring down its side as a gleaming golden radiance emerged...

But the glow winked.

It shut.

Then reopened.

Realization struck Damon then: it was an enormous eye fixed upon them.

Staring into its depths, he sensed the flow of ages, pulled into a primordial era beyond human grasp.

The eye sealed shut.

Next, the mounds encircling them stirred to life.

"Run!" Seras bellowed, her poise crumbling as she directed them toward a rise encircled by vibrant blossoms.

"Hurry! We need to reach the displacement flowers!"

The beast hoisted its head from the soil, unleashing plumes of grit and earth. Stones plummeted like a storm. Vast swaths of trees over miles were torn free as a huge depression yawned open under its ascending form.

An entity resembling a modest peak ascended toward the heavens — at least, that's how it appeared. Truthfully, its speed proved horrifyingly swift.

Even its exhalation whipped up fierce winds that hurled foliage, boulders, and rubble aside effortlessly.

It peered downward upon fully emerging, its focus locking onto Seras, the strongest in their midst.

And upon beholding its armored hide... its expansive wings... its immense, timeless frame—

Seras went still.

Her mouth quivered as she murmured the dragon's title.

"Rexagon... the Gravewing."