The world lit up.
A torrent of golden-red flame erupted from his lungs, the Wyrm’s Breath roaring forth like the wrath of a dying sun. It swallowed the ruins in a cone of annihilation, devouring everything in its path. The air ignited, molten cracks tearing across the ground.
The woman’s laughter finally stopped.
When the fire died down, Damon staggered, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His throat was raw, his mana drained by the overwhelming release. Everything in front of him was burning.
And yet a single shape still stood in the smoke, unburnt, untouched. The young woman walked forward through the haze, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her hair fluttered in the heat, her eyes gleaming brighter than ever.
"Oh," she whispered, voice trembling with something like delight. "That... was exquisite."
Damon’s heart sank. This was it. He simply had no other trump cards left in him.
Just as the woman’s pale figure closed in, Damon’s heart gave a jolt. A flicker of awareness pulsed through his mind. It was his shadow clone.
The duplicate had reached beyond the abyssal ruins and now lingered outside the shattered city gates, staring back at him like a lifeline. The skill’s duration was almost gone, the thin tether connecting them trembling on the edge of collapse.
Damon’s chest tightened. The shadows failed him once already. He used this method, only for her to rip him straight out like he was nothing. But this time... the clone is outside. Maybe it could work?
He didn’t have the luxury of hesitation. A pair of slender white hands reached for his throat, their nails gleaming like razors. Damon bared his teeth and threw himself sideways, diving headlong into the nearest patch of shadow.
His mind screamed as he poured every ounce of willpower into the attempt. Take me to the clone! Outside! Now!
The darkness swallowed him whole.
From behind, the woman’s laughter chimed, cruel and beautiful. "Didn’t we already try this before?" she giggled, her voice brushing against his ears like silk. "Shadows belong to me, little brat. You can’t—"
Her words cut short.
The instant her hand slipped into the shadows after him, something resisted. A barrier, thin but absolute, sprang up between her and Damon. It was the barrier that separated the abyssal zone from the outside world.
Damon’s world spun. For a heartbeat, it felt as if his body was being torn apart and rewoven through threads of shadows. Then, with a soundless rush, he stumbled forward, out of the abyss.
His vision cleared, and in front of him stretched the broken outer plains beyond the city gate ruins. Behind him, the abyssal zone writhed like a living wound.
Damon staggered, staring at his own trembling hands. "I... switched places with my shadow clone."
Confirming his thoughts, a system notification flashed in front of him.
[Ding! Your skill proficiency in Umbra’s Lesser Shadow Magic has increased.]
[Ding! You have learned a new skill]
Shadow Exchange (C-Rank, Active)]
Surprise.
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