My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 949 - 950: The Seal

Clear skies hung above, with frigid winds stinging the skin while the ocean sprawled boundlessly below. Damon and Seras remained still on the icy platform, gazing until the vessel gradually vanished into the far distance.

Only after it turned into a distant speck on the edge of sight did Seras finally face him.

She pulled out her sword.

Her tachi shone with a ruthless, icy gleam. The blade vibrated faintly in the silent atmosphere, and her gaze intensified, brimming with killing intent.

Damon gave a single nod and hurled the ornament upward into the heavens.

The golden eye rotated through the sky.

Seras’ presence abruptly turned icy.

In one fluid stroke of her sword, it seemed the entire world drained of hue. The heavens, the waters, the frost—all merged into a blurred band of warped space.

The cut ripped apart the fabric of reality.

Right at the heart of the blade’s arc lay the eye.

Damon observed in astonishment the immense might of the strike. Space had been rent asunder, even without Seras aiming for such an effect.

The eye started to tremble fiercely.

Abruptly, flames crafted from solid gold burst forth from within it.

They coiled and converged, shaping into a colossal bird formed purely of blazing fire. The golden flame bird cried out sharply as it fought back against the ravaging power slicing through it.

For an instant, the world burst into vivid colors.

Then the eye cracked.

It broke apart entirely.

The fiery bird grew unstable right away. Its structure splintered while surges of scorching fire started expanding outward in a vast curve of devastation.

Damon didn’t have to instruct Matia to conceal herself.

She leaped into his shadow by herself immediately.

Seras pivoted toward him just as the golden blaze began sweeping over the sea and sky.

Before she could respond, Damon scooped her up in his arms.

She blinked in astonishment. She had in fact been ready to unleash a flight incantation.

Damon ignored that completely.

Gripping her firmly, he dashed ahead and stomped his foot down hard.

The ice fractured under his impact.

Seras’ eyes expanded in surprise as the sea emerged below them.

For a second, she believed he intended to plunge in.

If so, it would spell catastrophe. Such a blast would draw every beast lurking in the nearby depths.

But Damon avoided the plunge.

He sprinted onward.

His feet hit the water’s surface like firm earth.

This was his ability.

[Skill: Wave Walk]

[Description:]

Drawn from the elegant steps of sea spirits and water-dancers in the Oceanic Temple of Theris, Wave Walk served once as a sacred ritual for deep-sea envoys. Adapted now for warfare and journeys, it lets the practitioner regard the most turbulent seas as stable terrain.

[Effect:]

Allows walking, sprinting, or balancing on any water mass as though it were firm land. The user ignores swells, flows, or surface resistance throughout the time.

[Type:] Active

[Cooldown:] 0 seconds

Damon pressed on further.

Noticing the expanding ruin trailing them, he triggered yet another ability.

[Skill: Accel]

[Description:]

My sister glided like the breeze, elusive and unbound. When her blade came out, victory was assured. Pace decides all in fights. Even in this void, her memory lingers: quick, majestic, outpacing demise.

[Effect:]

Enormously boosts travel speed by 10,000% over long stretches. Yet, fatigue hits 10,000% harder once finished.

[Type:] Active

[Cooldown:] 12 seconds

A tremendous sonic blast thundered.

Damon surged ahead over the waves.

He scaled the flank of a soaring swell like ascending a slope, then vaulted from its peak.

He touched down with a booming splash and kept dashing.

Behind, the sea churned furiously as the golden fire raced over its face. The waters shimmered in a dazzling gold from the flames’ intense purity.

In the distance, Damon spotted the vessel.

Then a huge form stirred below the surface he traversed.

An immense shadow.

A chill of fear permeated the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a colossal jaw gaped open under him.

It extended for miles across all sides.

Damon’s scalp prickled as the gigantic beast unveiled itself. The surrounding waters swirled chaotically into a huge vortex, pulling all toward the creature’s jaws.

Damon crouched and bounded skyward.

Then repeated the leap.

His instinct for peril flared with alerts as he invoked another technique.

[Skill: Air Walk]

[Description:]

A arcane method from the Skyward Monks of Mount Vienta, Air Walk lets the practitioner resist gravity briefly. Tales claim its experts could waltz through clouds and clash over tempests.

[Effect:]

The user generates fleeting platforms in the air for airborne sprints, bounds, or shifts in course. Each platform holds for 1.5 seconds then fades.

[Type:] Active

[Cooldown:] 0 seconds

Their hair—his and Seras’—flailed wildly in the gale.

They spotted the ship a few kilometers off, floating and poised.

Damon altered his path while airborne.

He pushed off from an unseen perch.

A sonic roar resounded as he propelled them toward the vessel.

They soared through the air for miles before crashing straight into the ship’s shield.

The collision sent ripples across the barrier like liquid.

Their speed halted abruptly, and the pair eased downward before tumbling onto the deck.

Damon hit the planks on his back, with Seras atop him.

A trickle of blood dripped from his nostril.

"Phew."

He exhaled a deep breath of relief.

Distant from their spot, in a jail holding numerous sealed outsiders, a golden-haired man bearing an odd forehead mark pressed his left eye.

Blood flowed from it.

"Lowly mortals..." he ground his teeth.

Nearby, chains clinked 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 uttered icily. "Mugu’s seal will falter eventually."

A rough chuckle reverberated in the cell.

"Hahaha... we’ve been saying that for thousands of years."

Another captive jeered from the shadows.

"We cannot leave this seal."