My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 1006: Chapter 1008: The Battle For The Coil

That mark was the only reason this fragile body had not torn itself apart. The more power he drew, the more the flesh split and failed, and the phoenix symbol healed it just as quickly.

“I did not kill you before because my god wants you alive. Do not test me, insect.”

“From someone your size, is that supposed to be threatening?”

The Ouroboros Coil.

“Get ready. I think I know what he is trying to do.” A brief pause. His tone turned somber. “You have a chance if you cut away your sanity and use the form you used when you fought me.”

He had no intention of holding back, but he was not foolish enough to remove his crown with Ashcroft inside his mind. If he did, Ashcroft could overwhelm him and take his body. He would not fall for that.

Ravenous was an option.

Damon raised his hand and whispered.

His fifth class aura detonated outward. Shadows flooded the chamber like ink spilling through water. They crawled along the walls, the ceiling, the floor, swallowing the room in a suffocating domain.

He flicked his hand.

“Hmm. A powerful domain. Too bad it is still young.”

Blackness poured from his palm. The girl’s body dissolved into a figure made entirely of living darkness.

They collided.

Boom.

Damon and Ittorath clashed again and again. Each impact cracked the air like thunder. Blood spilled from Damon’s mouth. Fine fractures began to form across Ittorath’s dark body.

She did not need to think.

Her feet moved through the shadows as she sprinted toward the Ouroboros Coil. As she approached, black tentacles erupted from the ground.

“Where do you think you are going.”

She shot toward the coil.

Then something yanked her violently backward.

Blood sprayed from her mouth.

Ittorath turned, reached behind him, and grabbed the Ouroboros Coil.

Horror hollowed Damon’s face as Ittorath lifted the little girl’s body and crushed it in one hand.

Bone shattered.

Ittorath began to chant.

He understood every language. He had always understood every language.

This was a failure of existence.

Ittorath spoke in something older than speech. Something alien to nature itself.

The world trembled.

Ittorath raised the seal toward the sky.

A reflection appeared. A second world layered over the first, hidden in plain sight. Within it, Damon saw figures chained and bound, staring down with starving eyes.

Some looked human. Some were other races. Some were alien and impossible to comprehend. Their auras clashed with one another. Divine. Demonic. Something in between. Some were nothing but abominations that hurt the mind to perceive.

Everyone did.

Paimon stood soaked in blood that was not her own. Across from her, Seras swayed, covered in wounds from head to toe, her sword blazing with golden light.

She had reached the seventh class advancement.

“The Outsiders,” Paimon whispered as she stared at Ittorath’s nightmare form.

Seras would not fall.

Paimon ignored her and shot into the air toward Ittorath. She raised her hand and began to chant.

Ittorath waved his hand.

Paimon clenched her teeth and turned to Seras.