My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 292 - 293: Ascendant Armor

Damon stood in front of the others… all of them dressed in armor. These werenʼt ordinary armors—no, these were the ones the Beldam had once kept like decorations, proudly displayed in her lair, untouched by dust or decay. Oddly enough, unlike the other artifacts they had uncovered—most of which were cursed or rotten with dark magic—these were different.

These were pure. Untainted. Almost reverent in design.

Each armor was a set, complete with a weapon… save one.

That one… was called Pale Crown.

It came with nothing—no blade, no spear, no staff. Just the armor alone.

For the past few days, theyʼd contemplated, argued, and tested who would wear what. And after much trial, they decided. The armors at first looked dead—dull, lusterless, like tomb relics drained of soul. But the moment they were worn… they responded. Awakened. Shifting and morphing to mirror the magic attribute of their new bearer.

His eyes fell on Sylvia.

She had regained use of her book again, and for whatever reason, the cost of prying information from it this time wasnʼt as steep. Just a two-day headache. Though, even so, she had been bedridden, wrapped in fevered silence, twitching beneath cold sheets.

A price was still a price.

But that was how they learned the names of these armors.

Damon glanced toward Xander—his body now swallowed by gleaming silver-gray heavy armor. It gave the already towering boy an almost monstrous silhouette, shoulders like bastions, footsteps like anvils. The weapon that came with it was a massive spear, thick and unbending, already pulsing with gravitational weight that bent the dirt around its head. It didnʼt stay rigid for long either—it shifted, adapting to his gravity-aligned magic.

That set was called Armor of the Bound Colossus.

Its enchantment—Weightbreaker: Amplifies spear strikes with gravitational force, turning every swing into a shockwave.

Each of these was no ordinary relic. Sylviaʼs book had shown them—these were Ascendant Armors. Only six in existence. No replicas. No duplicates.

Damon nearly scoffed under his breath.

The Beldam… she mustʼve suffered to collect them, dragging them out from the ruins of Lysithara… only for them to kill her and claim the prize.

He turned his gaze back to Sylvia.

She now wore a much lighter set—closer to robes than armor. A breastplate hugged her torso, thin pauldrons over her shoulders, and flowing cloth ran down her sides. It was elegant. Subtle. Dangerous. This was one of the three forms every armor could take.

The first form—Awakened Form—more fabric than metal. Nimble and reactive.

The second—Ascendant Mantle—a balanced blend of cloth and steel. Still mobile. Still light.

The final—Sovereignʼs Mantle—a full suit of heavy armor from crown to toe. That was the form Xander now bore.

Of course he did.

He was the groupʼs tank.

”...Sylvia,” Damon muttered, ”you never told us everything before you passed out.”

She nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. ”I told you most of it… didnʼt I?” Her voice was hoarse, but steady. ”The armors were forged for six of Lysitharaʼs mightiest champions. Made to fight the Rot. Each one has a soul core—it aligns with your magic. And each one holds four enchantments…”

Her eyes flicked across the group. They listened. Quiet. Armored.

She continued.

”Thereʼs more. A trial. A counter. If you vanquish ten thousand foes… the armor binds to your soul. Forever.”

Damon frowned. ”You mean… until something kills us.”

She gave a shallow nod. ”The first armor… the one youʼve got… is armor of Pale Crown.”

Damon sighed. He already knew his was called Pale Crown—the only armor that didnʼt come with a weapon. Just like the others, it held four enchantments… but like them, he could only use one.

Soul Veil – Allows the user to phase through solid objects for short moments.

Basically, something he could already do with his shadow skills—except this time, he didnʼt need to slip into shadowform. This… he could do in his physical body.

Sylviaʼs armor was different—Armor of the Crescent Seer.

The enchantment she could tap into:

Lunar Echo – Arrows fired during the full moon double in number and damage.

Coincidence or not, the weapons it came with—a bow, a quiver, and two short swords—were exactly what Sylvia always used.

ʼYeah, no, Iʼm not buying this… this is not a coincidence.ʼ

All of them had gotten weapons that matched them.

Sylviaʼs armor was silvery white, delicate and elegant, with crescent motifs lining the edges. It clung to her form like moonlight, complimenting her white hair and grey eyes with a grace that felt less forged and more… destined. It was ceremonial, draped in white fabrics that swayed when she moved.

Evangeline had received the Armor of Duskglass.

Her enchantment:

Refraction Halo – Light bends around her body, granting evasion boosts and illusionary afterimages.

She looked beautiful—sleek and radiant, like sunlight caught in crystal. Even in the dimmest corner of the chamber, her form glowed faintly. Silver and gold traced her helm, and her new rapier shimmered with stored light magic. She stood quietly, listening to Sylvia, her eyes flickering calmly across the others.

Leona wore Armor of Stormwake—and unlike the rest, she had jumped straight into its third form: full plate. Heavy. Intimidating. A greatsword hung across her back.

The armor was jagged, like storm clouds beaten into steel. Sparks crackled around her shoulders even when she stood still, like the armor was breathing with thunder.

Her enchantment:

Flashstep Edge – Can teleport short distances during sword swings, leaving a trail of thunder.

Then came the most unusual of the group.

Matiaʼs Armor of Shattered Ice.

At first glance, it seemed to have no weapons. But that was wrong. The armor itself was the weapon. All she had to do was think, and a weapon would form in her hand, forged from soul-infused ice.

A flowing set of icy-blue armor that never kept one shape—always shifting, refusing to stay fixed. She stayed locked inside its third form, silent and motionless. Heavy and stalwart. A sentinel of frost.

Her enchantment:

Frost Arsenal – Can generate ethereal weapons made of soul-infused ice at will.

Each armor held four enchantments. But they could only access one.

They were too weak. They hadnʼt passed the trial.

The trial to slay ten thousand.

Sylviaʼs gaze moved toward Damon. He hadnʼt said a word since she began speaking. Just stood there, armored like a fallen king reborn. The second form of Pale Crown suited him far too well.

It was regal—full-body plating veiled in cloaks of smoke that constantly shifted with his movements. No helmet. Just that crown… a pale, ashen ring of light like a dying halo, hidden in his messy hair.

She smiled, gently.

”That used to belong to the former Lord of Lysithara,” she said softly. ”The one who became the Keeper of False Truths…”