My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 928: Chapter 929: Here A Potion

It was like a small mountain had risen from the ground, the forest they had been standing on was now towering over them.

The body of this dragon was covered in trees and scales that seemed to be half fused to the earth. There were cracks. There was a carrion aura of decay around this dragon along with the fresh scent of the earth, trees, and nature. This dragon, the sun cast his shadow far behind it, the large wings covering the forest behind it in large and distant shadows.

There was a droning sound in the air louder than thunder, the seismic tremors shaking Damon’s feet beneath him.

Gravewing. That was what he heard Seras say.

One of its wings seemed torn as if mountainous fangs and claws had ripped them apart, leaving them ragged and torn.

The expedition force ran as fast as their legs could carry them, dashing away with superhuman speed. Could they outrun a mountain?

Dung… rumble… rumble.

The world shook as a giant claw covered the entire area where they were running to, the entire area with the displacement flowers.

Damon paused as a carrion scent rose into the sky. His legs felt weak as his heart stopped itself. He could feel himself trying to breathe, but no air entered his lungs. Dread coursed through his veins and a coldness spread around him, his face pale, his hands shaking out of his control.

His danger sense exploded, his scalp tingling, his eardrums bleeding.

He turned slightly as Seras paused, slowly looking in the direction of the colossal head.

She took out a box from her spatial ring, her face serious.

“I greet the great one Rexagon…” Seras spoke as her aura rose to cover the entire expedition force from the overwhelming aura of dread the dragon was releasing.

Only then did Damon feel a sense of relief as the weight reduced.

Only now did Damon realize he was covered in cold sweat.

He was in the fourth class advancement, even then he felt so small before this living mountain.

The dragon opened its maw, a bright glow of destruction illuminated its maw like the sun. From where he stood Damon felt as if the sun was above his head.

“Who dares enter the dominion of Rexagon, who dare cross the lord of the carrion skies.”

The voice filled the heavens as large carrion birds rose from trees on his giant scales. They flew into the skies where his head and two horns touched the clouds, making Damon feel even smaller.

Seras spoke, her voice echoing slowly. Seeing his ruptured wings, he was still in a sitting position although she was able to see he was injured.

“We beg your forgiveness great one, we were merely passing by, if you can forgive our transgressions.”

“Silence, you have disturbed my rest little mouse…” his roar made the clouds part away.

His head moved down slowly, making Seras’ grip on the box tighten.

Damon trembled slightly until his Remorseless skill kicked in. He let out a deep breath.

Seras was terrible at negotiating with dragons… didn’t she know his life was in danger.

’Damn it deathless, I know it’s you, I just know it…’

Which meant he had to find a way to survive no matter what.

This was much different from when he had encountered Ashergon. That dragon had just flown into the sky and torched the entire region, leaving ash and death in his wake.

’I am fire. I am death.’ That was all it said. Those words still haunted Damon till this day. In his heart a piece of Ashcroft arrogance rose.

’One day I will make that lizard my mount.’

Today wasn’t that day. Damon stepped forward. He really couldn’t help but lament how every dragon he’d met was an edge lord.

“Great one… I am Damon Grey. It is a pleasure to stand in your magnificent presence. Forgive my lowly handmaiden for her lack of courtesy. Before your immaculate magnificence, truly you are the greatest of all dragons.”

Seras glanced at him as she was reduced from commander of the expedition to a lowly handmaiden.

Rexagon was displeased with this little mouse. He opened his mouth to crush him with his spear like fangs, even though those things were definitely bigger than spears, more like little hills of spikes.

“Great one… What has injured you so…” Damon said calmly. His words made the dragon pause, his eyes glowing as he looked at Damon, really looking at him this time.

Then he growled.

“So it is you… I see, I was almost deceived. I see you… I see you. What do you seek from Rexagon.”

Its eyes came down to Damon’s level, enough for Damon to see his own reflection inside its eyes. When Damon saw his reflection he almost lost his composure. In its eyes Damon did not look like Damon, instead there was a demon standing there with a calm imposing air, an air of domination.

Damon instantly understood who this dragon had confused him for.

’Ashcroft.’ Seeing that, Damon instantly knew he couldn’t be caught lacking because Ashcroft feared nothing, mere dragon. Why? Because he was Ashcroft the dominator, who else but him could be supremely arrogant.

“Rexagon why are you here injured.” Damon instantly figured out Rexagon was injured, it was the most noticeable thing on this dragon.

Rawrrrwhggg.

The dragon roared with rage as if reliving what had angered him. He lowered his giant head to Damon’s level, his carrion breath threatening to blow Damon away or decay his flesh.

“Who else shan’t treat the carrion king with such dishonor…” Rexagon roared, his words nearly making Damon turn and flee for his life.

’Dammit I wanna go home…’ Damon thought.

He certainly hoped it wasn’t Ashcroft, but that was impossible. While the wounds looked old and the fact Rexagon was buried in the dirt, it didn’t change the fact that the wounds were too fresh, and why hadn’t he regenerated.

“I see so it was Ashergon…” It was plain to see due to the large bite marks and claws on his body, even its chest covered in dirt and rough scales bore claw marks.

Its maw glowed with destructive power and it lifted its head into the sky unleashing a torrent of destructive breath that made the sky part way, with spatial rifts forming. The world darkened even though the sun was still in the sky.

Rexagon’s anger seemed to make the world tremble. Seras gritted her teeth looking at Damon who remained calm as molten pieces of reality burned off and fell to the ground, causing the expedition force to run and avoid the destructive aftermath.

Damon looked untouched, his hands behind his back. In her eyes he looked so…

’Amazing…’ she muttered under her breath, her eyes widening in a daze.

Seras knew a bit of Rexagon from the legends. This dragon was said to have come from the bottom of a mountain. A long time ago two great kingdoms were at war, the battle cries and screams, the blood, all of it was soaked under the mountain. When the mountain moved the dragon appeared carrying the carrion scent of the battlefield. Where he flew his wings brought death, rot spread from his claws.

When the world knew of his name they called him the Gravewing, the dragon who was born from the earth and came with carrion skies.

Rexagon the Gravewing.

In legends it was said that many subjugation forces had been sent to slay dragons like him, none had returned and Rexagon remained.

The world had changed over time and now we exist in times where dragons like this could be repelled or even defeated.

Damon raised his hands slowly.

“I come in peace and I wish for safe passage from your dominion.” He finally came to the crux of the problem.

Rexagon paused looking at Damon who he believed to be Ashcroft. His pride as a dragon didn’t want him to just let them go, but at the same time he didn’t want to face the dominator. It was a delicate situation even for this dragon.

Damon on the other hand was also in a dilemma. He did not have the power to deal with a dragon like this. He could use the Book of Shadows to capture it, that was assuming its shadow was cast in his direction. Too bad its shadow was cast behind it and he could not get there fast enough before he died.

’At least this one was willing to talk unlike Ashergon who just went into violence.’

“Why should I the great Rexagon give you safe passage…”

Damon took a deep breath, he smiled reaching into his shadow storage.

“I bring with me a great gift.” He took out a potion and lifted the vial.

“This is my offering for our peaceful passage, I would like to save my strength for when I deal with Ashergon…”

Damon added slowly. The dragon paused looking at the vial, then slowly he shrunk his size to the size of a small hill. His claws reached out and Damon placed the vial down.

“This is the ultimate healing potion, it can cure wounds in an instant.” Damon sold the bargain.

By shrinking Rexagon’s claws could no longer cover the passage to leave.

He placed his hand on Seras’ shoulder while the dragon tried to consume the potion.

“Run.”

He bolted.

It was a scam.