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Chapter 323 - 324 Bleeding [re] · Sep 30, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 - 302: A Righteous Lie 2026-09-30
302 Chapter 302 - 303: Not Ignorance 2026-09-30
303 Chapter 303 - 304: Danger Sense 2026-09-30
304 Chapter 304 - 305: Hanging Mother 2026-09-30
305 Chapter 305 - 306: Don’t Think Of It 2026-09-30
306 Chapter 306 - 307: Old Haunt 2026-09-30
307 Chapter 307 - 308: Mire Of Self-Doubt 2026-09-30
308 Chapter 308 - 309: The Last Obstacle 2026-09-30
309 Chapter 309 - 310: Alazard 2026-09-30
310 Chapter 310 - 311: Lilith Gets, No Free Time 2026-09-30
311 Chapter 311 - 312: Old Monster 2026-09-30
312 Chapter 312 - 313: No Name Target 2026-09-30
313 Chapter 313 - 314: House Hunting In The Apocalypse 2026-09-30
314 Chapter 314 - 315: Strange Face, From A Familiar Place 2026-09-30
315 Chapter 315 - 316: Unwinnable Game 2026-09-30
316 Chapter 316 - 317: Never Forget A Name 2026-09-30
317 Chapter 317 - 318: Slow Acting Consequences 2026-09-30
318 Chapter 318 - 319: The Worms House 2026-09-30
319 Chapter 319 - 320: House Cleaning 2026-09-30
320 Chapter 320 - 321: Lamp Snatcher 2026-09-30
321 Chapter 321 - 322: Ancient Battle 2026-09-30
322 Chapter 322 - 323: Self Sacrifice [updated] 2026-09-30
323 Chapter 323 - 324 Bleeding [re] 2026-09-30
324 Chapter 324 - 325: Wings Of Frost 2026-09-30
325 Chapter 325 - 326: Bonds Forged In Fear 2026-09-30
326 Chapter 326 - 327: The Place Beneath 2026-09-30
327 Chapter 327 - 328: Will Carry It All 2026-09-30
328 Chapter 328 - 329: Horrible Demise 2026-09-30
329 Chapter 329 - 330: Man Of Too Many Lies 2026-09-30
330 Chapter 330 - 331: Hidden Door 2026-09-30
331 Chapter 331 - 332: The Not So Dead 2026-09-30
332 Chapter 332 - 333: Ahh What Beautiful Lips 2026-09-30
333 Chapter 333 - 334: A Desire To Be Needed 2026-09-30
334 Chapter 334 - 335: Zero Epoch Truth Seekers 2026-09-30
335 Chapter 335 - 336: Hunter 2026-09-30
336 Chapter 336 - 337: Sniper 2026-09-30
337 Chapter 337 - 338: Shoot Out 2026-09-30
338 Chapter 338 - 339: Grave Call 2026-09-30
339 Chapter 339 - 340: Twisted Choice 2026-09-30
340 Chapter 340 - 341: Finally Knight Worth Respecting 2026-09-30
341 Chapter 341 - 342: For The Ladies And Dames 2026-09-30
342 Chapter 342 - 343: Knights Of Thren 2026-09-30
343 Chapter 343 - 344: Overwhelming Violence 2026-09-30
344 Chapter 344 - 345: Thren 2026-09-30
345 Chapter 345 - 346: Intent To Will 2026-09-30
346 Chapter 346 - 347: The True Hunter 2026-09-30
347 Chapter 347 - 348: A Place To Call Home 2026-09-30
348 Chapter 348 - 349: Heart Of War 2026-09-30
349 Chapter 349 - 350: Pillar Of Conflict 2026-09-30
350 Chapter 350 - 351: Unknown Progeny Of The Vile Thief 2026-09-30

Chapter 323 - 324 Bleeding [re]

Sylvia bit her lips, watching Damonʼs bleeding arm—or rather, the stump of ripped bone where his arm had once been.

She rushed to his side, pressing her hand over the bleeding wound. Damon let go of his sword and placed a hand on her arm.

”Donʼt…” he muttered, his voice strained, his teeth gritted as he looked at Evangeline. ”If you guys use your magic, youʼll give our location away...”

Matia gritted her teeth. ”Youʼre bleeding—you wonʼt last like that.”

Sylvia shook her head. ”I donʼt care... I just need—”

”No,” Damon said, his voice hoarse. ”If you heal me, the light will summon them here... and we all die...”

Evangeline lowered her head, feeling so pathetic, so weak, so foolish. She hated how she couldnʼt do anything...

Leona clenched her fist. ”If we opened the door, we could get your arm. We can reattach it with magic... We still have some low-level healing potions left from the Beldamʼs Nest.”

Damon sighed. ”My arm got ripped off because I couldnʼt move it in time... the curse from that sword was already taking my arm away...”

He smiled bitterly. ”I wouldʼve lost it anyway.”

For a moment, there was silence. As much as they hated it, they had to agree with his logic.

Xander walked up to him, opening his bag and pulling out a roll of bandages. ”We need to stop the bleeding... youʼve lost too much blood...”

Sylvia touched his armor. Parts of it were dented from the strain of battle, but the Ascendant armors all had a special quirk: self-regeneration. They could mend themselves, but it would take time.

”Take off the armor... youʼre bleeding inside too... you have several broken ribs, your legs are a mess, your—” she bit her lips. ”Youʼre a wreck...”

”We need to—” Evangeline started, but Damon cut her off.

”Donʼt... think... just patch me up without magic... Iʼll be fine... Iʼm used to things like this...”

Matia looked at him. He had lost an arm, was covered in blood, was losing more with each moment, yet he was ʼused to itʼ. He was just their age…

ʼWhat kind of life did he live to be used to being half-dead?ʼ she wondered.

Sylvia and Evangeline acted as medics, while Leona helped remove the armor and clean the blood. Xander washed the bandages. Matia just stood there, staring at him, feeling helpless.

Once they finished, Damon was covered in blood-soaked bandages. The stump was wrapped tight to stop the bleeding.

His expression barely changed, as if he hadnʼt just lost something as vital as his right arm.

Matia bit her lips.

ʼThatʼs his sword arm... he was a swordsman…ʼ she thought.

ʼ He had a talent for it... he also used a bow... he wouldnʼt be able to anymore... he used twin daggers too... and now heʼd lose that.ʼ

The air was solemn. Damonʼs face was pale, woozy from the blood loss.

Yet he smiled, sitting there with his body wrapped in bloody cloth.

”You guys get some sleep... you can use magic at first light, when all this horror is over...”

Sylvia lowered her head, refusing to move.

He propped his one hand under her chin, lifting her face gently.

”Youʼve gone blind in one eye, havenʼt you...? Itʼll take a few days to get back to normal...”

”Get some rest...”

She bit her lips. ”I should be telling you that...”

He nodded, sitting down, his back resting against the broken wall. The world outside seemed to shake with the violence of the battle raging on. Sylvia sat beside him.

”This will go on all night... until dawn, when the Rift Dwellers return to the rift... Only then will the monsters resident in this city go back to normal...”

Damon nodded, feeling the bitter phantom pain where his arm had once been.

Why was he even feeling pain in something that wasnʼt there anymore?

”You donʼt have to worry. Iʼll be fine... We havenʼt rested at all for about a week... I know weʼre in First Class, but even we have limits...”

Sylvia bit her lips. ”How can I rest when...”

”The battle wonʼt reach here. This place is safe...” he reassured.

She shook her head. ”I donʼt care about that... You expect us to just go to sleep when youʼre in pain...?”

Damon sighed. ”Fine. How about we pass the time instead...”

The others all sat in the darkness. With their limited vision, the ruined cathedral was a broken shadow of the temple it once was.

Outside, the battle between the two sides created booming roars and flashes of unnatural light.

The goddessʼs statue still stood, defiant amidst the decay. The Goddess of Doom—unchanging in a world that crumbled around her.

Evangelineʼs head was lowered, her shoulders trembling. Damon sighed, wondering if she was blaming herself.

”Hhu... why the dull mood? This isnʼt the first time weʼve suffered. Why is it so somber now...”

He coughed, blood leaking from his lips.

Evangelineʼs head snapped up instinctively, wanting to rush to heal him.

Damon raised his lone hand. ”Iʼm fine...”

Leona glared at him. ”You shouldnʼt even be talking in your condition...” she snapped, her voice trembling slightly.

He smiled wearily. ”Fine... who goes first? Tell us a story...”

Evangeline lowered her head. ”My... father used to tell me a story... No one really knows it... I guess itʼs something of a family folktale...”

”Itʼs about a rabbit and a jackal...”

Damon raised his brows. He was familiar with that one. The others didnʼt seem to know it.

”Wait—is it the one where the rabbit tricks the jackal into chasing the setting sun, hoping to catch a spark to start a fire?”

Evangeline blinked in surprise. ”Yes, but... how did you—”

Damon scoffed to hide the pain from his side. Blood oozed down his torso.

”Family folktale. My mom wouldnʼt shut up about it... Itʼs part of a whole series. I know every one—songs included.”

Evangelineʼs eyes widened. She called out more stories, and Damon knew every single one.

The others watched them bicker with faint smiles, forgetting the nightmare clawing at the cathedral walls.

For the rest of the night, Damon lifted the partyʼs mood. For that short moment, they forgot their fear.

And slowly, a few hours before dawn, when the titanic battle outside began to die down, one by one—the others fell asleep, their eyes finally closing.

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