My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 412 - 413: All Things Unwhispered

Damon squeezed the Whisper Coin in his hand.

Within the span of a single day, it could only send one message.

But he had so much to say… so many people to whisper to.

He wanted to tell Lilith he was alright. He wanted to ask Luna how she was doing. He wanted to remind Iris not to push herself too much.

He was worried about Sylvia. He wanted to know if Evangeline was still fine.

He wanted to ask if Leona had a full belly.

He wanted to ask if Xander was dead.

But all those messages could not be sent. He could not whisper to any of them.

Because every day, without fail, he only whispered to Matia.

He would ask her to meet him in the same place. By the Bone Tree.

He did not risk skipping the daily message.

What if… what if the day he didnʼt send it was the one day she could actually hear it?

What then?

That was why he never sent anything else.

Today, as always, he waited by the Bone Tree… in the twisted lands where even trees had become bone and bore fruits of flesh.

He was mad—yes, he knew that. But he was also afraid of sanity. Because sanity meant giving up hope that Matia was alive.

”So why shouldnʼt I be insane? If I can still hope.”

How vile. The world must be, for sanity to mean accepting despair.

The tree was silent. In Damonʼs eyes, the original creatures that had once called it home had long since been slain by his hand.

Their remains had been devoured—absorbed into him—granting him the [Air Walk] skill.

Remembering the vile creatures did nothing to his mood.

He stood there in the final form of his Pale Crown Armor—its [Sovereign Mantle] form.

But even this heavy armor did little against the cold.

His opponent could freeze him inside it.

He held his sword and waited. Either for Matia… or for the Ruined Knight.

Slowly, he felt the temperature drop. The air grew frigid. The frost seeped through steel.

Damon turned—slowly.

His face hidden within his helm, his grip on the blade tightened. He reinforced his armor with [Shadow Armor], letting dark, writhing shadows wrap around the Ashen Plate until it became a silhouette of dread.

Then it appeared.

Three meters tall—an entity cloaked in frozen mist. Wings coiled around its waist. Tentacles twisted behind its back. Its form, hidden by the frost, was indistinct—merely a silhouette—but Damon had seen enough to know: whatever it was beneath that veil… it was hideous. Twisted. Corrupted.

It always kept its form shrouded… as if afraid to show the world the ugliness it carried.

Yet despite the terror of its presence, its cold blue eyes remained—haunting, beautiful, and filled with killing intent.

Today, Damon would slay this creature.

For a moment, there was silence. As if the world itself paused to let them size one another up.

Damon had already slain its minions. All of them. It stood alone now.

The still air cracked with the weight of the ice—then Damon moved.

His sword ignited in ashborn flame. Agony surged through his body, but he ignored it. Pain was an old companion.

The enchanted sword twisted and melted beneath the wrath of the flames, but he didnʼt care. Another magic artifact burned? Fine. He swung down.

[Dark Blade].

A massive arc of shadow and flame slashed across the frozen field.

The Ruined Knight roared.

It raised a monstrous sword of its own, and its grotesque tentacles—dozens—grew weapons of ice in an instant, colliding with Damonʼs attack.

He boosted his strength with [5x] and the impact sent him flying, the earth beneath them rupturing from the force. Cold, astral winds screamed as a crater tore open around them.

But Damon wasnʼt finished.

He crashed down hard—spitting blood, bones creaking—yet he reached into the shadows and pulled out the [Staff of Carnage].

Weeks. Weeks of mana had been poured into it.

Enough power to destroy a city.

He laughed. A jagged, mad cackle as he unleashed its wrath.

A massive black sphere of destruction consumed everything.

He hurled vials of healing potions into his mouth mid-air, even as the world around him shattered. Ice, flesh, and earth tore apart like wet paper.

He hit the ground, hard. The impact rolled him across the crater. His body was held together by [Iron Bone], otherwise heʼd have come apart.

Cracked armor pierced his own flesh. One of his lungs had ruptured.

Still, he grinned.

Still, he stood.

He patched his broken armor with more shadow. Blood dried against frost-stained steel. The Sovereign Mantle creaked and oozed.

The Staff of Carnage had served its purpose.

Damon had chosen an area-of-effect spell for one reason—precision didnʼt work on this enemy.

It dodged too well.

So heʼd destroyed everything. Thereʼd be nothing left to dodge.

And for a moment—he believed it worked.

The dust settled.

Then he saw it.

A dome of ice. Still intact. Hundreds of layered shields had formed atop it.

Damon almost gasped as the ice shattered and the mist returned—uncoiling like a serpent.

The Ruined Knight stepped forward again.

Its figure was still three meters tall—but something had changed.

One of its glowing eyes was gone.

It was wounded.

Not dead.

Still not dead.

Damonʼs jaw clenched.

He could cross ranks. Yes. He could fight far above his level.

But as the ranks increased, so too did the gap in power.

Rank three monsters already gave him hell.

This one?

This one should have died.

But it didnʼt.

Outlier. A cursed outlier among monsters.

He gritted his teeth.

There was only one way to win against a monster like this—

Become a monster himself.

”Fine then… be like that.”

Damon let the shadow drain through him—consuming what was left of his already dwindling energy.

Then the familiar chime echoed in his mind.

[Shadow Hunger: 90%]

The shadow howled around him. Coiling. Writhing.

Covering his battered form like a second skin.

All of his stats surged—speed, strength, endurance—everything skyrocketed.

A dreadful pressure spread from his soul.

His figure transformed.

Monstrous armored plates twisted into place, his aura becoming thick with death and Shadows.

Damon had taken on a monstrous form.

[Ravenous].

And now… the real battle would begin.