This was the culmination of everything he knew about the magic bullet. Damon had been wrong about sothing; he had been treating the magic bullets as nothing but projectiles when he should have seen that they were actually weapons.
He realized this when he created the magic missile. Through its creation, he ca to a realization, the magic bullets were malleable pieces of mana that could be shaped into any weapon of his choice.
With that thought in mind, what if he used them to form runes and na the weapon he wanted them to beco? By that asure, the magic itself would create the weapon he desired.
He would have an unlimited arsenal of weapons, a magical arsenal.
Its power was far more devastating than he expected. A quarter of his massive mana pool had been depleted from this battle alone. He had truly created a fine spell, one whose destructive capability could rival a small army.
This was an area-of-effect attack.
He stood amid the rubble, blood dripping from his orifices as he walked forward with trembling hands. The effect of the Soul Blaze potion had now worn off. Still, he was determined. The pain spread throughout his whole body, eating at his mind like a million termites tearing at his soul.
He stepped into a pool of blood, the soft ripples the only sound as his boots soaked it up. The crown on his head was soaked with blood and dust, masking his face in gri and exhaustion.
His gaze fell upon the dark shadowy swords that impaled the beastly form of the Wendigo. Blood poured from the grievous wounds; her antlers were broken, her flesh shredded. Blood and bones were visible, organs half destroyed and pierced by swords matte black as the night.
The Wendigo slowly tried to raise her head but failed. Her eyes were listless, showing only the emotion of defeat. Tears of blood and frustration poured from those empty eyes.
"Ahhh," Damon sighed, his breath ragged with pain.
He sat down, crossing his legs in the pool of blood.
"You really didn’t die... well, it can’t be helped. I don’t even care to kill you anymore. As far as getting revenge is concerned... I’ve gotten even."
Damon was in agony too. His body was scraped and damaged, blood dripping from his nose. He just wanted to close his eyes for a mont.
It made him wonder how did his grudge with the Wendigo even start? His hate for the creature was shallow at best.
He had gone into a forest, and she had attacked him like any beast would. It was the sa as soone stumbling upon a bear in its own hunting ground. Wanting to kill it for defending its territory was just shallow.
Damon was a shallow person.
"You almost killed back then, and now I’ve killed you many tis..."
But that wasn’t all. Why did he kill the Wendigo’s cubs? What wrong had they done? He was no match for the mother, so he massacred her cubs.
Damon looked around the clearing that had been created from their battle, the blood seeping into the hardened ground.
"I really hated losing. I knew I would lose. That’s why... I wanted to always be that one insect who would bite back, even as I got crushed..."
He whispered those words without knowing why.
"The weak are pathetic... because they are weak. And even more pathetic when they fight back. Submission and acceptance are always the wisest choice."
Her blood continued to spill on the ground, her eyes weakly staring at Damon as the swords pinned her down.
He chuckled. "Well, so what? Being a fool is fine by . I’d rather be the first fool who charges to his death than live knowing I was living on soone’s rcy."
Wendy’s voice ca weakly from her destroyed snout.
"But... you still live..."
Damon turned to her, then chuckled softly.
"Is it worth it though, to live with so much heartache?"
Wendy was not sure what Damon wanted. Was he trying to convince her to die?
"Living hard, dying scary... living an second chance. Live to fight, live to grow from pathetic weak to proud strong... like you... I live... I will not die..."
Damon’s dark eyes closed as he looked at the sky. Her speaking had improved..she was learning.
"You and I are not much different. How the roles have changed... You created asexually produced offspring because you didn’t want to be alone, right?"
He glanced at her and stood up.
"I’ll let you decide. Make a choice if you will..."
Damon glanced down at her again.
"It’s clear to that you can’t die due to your skill. No one who is depraved can kill you. By our nature, n are beasts, so everyone is depraved in a sense... which ans you can’t die to just anyone only a pure soul."
He closed his eyes. There was only one person he could think of, one truly pure soul, soone simple in desire, soone who had t him with genuine purity.
’The only person who can kill her is Leona Valefier.... Maybe Matia too’
Glancing at her coldly, he continued, "But I sure as hell am going to try. Even if it can’t kill you, I will break you, your body, your spirit, everything until you are a mindless husk of who you once were, alive but dead."
He smiled faintly and reached into his shadow storage, pulling out a coffin made of ice.
"This is the Furnace of Frost. It’s a coffin that freezes whatever is placed inside, keeping them frozen in that mont forever."
The chill of the coffin made Wendy’s eyes flicker.
"I can toss you inside and discard this coffin at the bottom of the sea for all eternity. You will be forever trapped... alone."
Wendy’s eyes trembled as she gazed at Damon.
"You fear loneliness. Why else would you create cubs that are rely biological clones of yourself? I couldn’t help but notice they were all female. You must fear loneliness above all else. That is your fear."
Wendy’s heart was already healing from being impaled, but it began to beat faster and faster. Damon could practically sll her fear.
He reached out his hand, and though she flinched and closed her eyes, his touch was gentle.
"I understand solitude... and no one should have to be alone. I offer you an alternative join , and I will give back all you have lost and so much more."
Wendy opened her eyes, staring at Damon’s hand as it gently stroked her bloody head.
"Joi...n you..."
Damon smiled lightly. "Yes, and you will never know solitude."
Her eyes watered as she wavered.
"You give hundred children too..."
Damon’s eyes twitched as he barely held back the urge to cough blood.
His lips twitched. The absurdity almost made him laugh. Even now, on the brink of collapse, she managed to misunderstand him."
"Erhmm, yes... well, I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see..."
Wendy’s eyes flickered, then slowly she began to turn back into a woman. As she transford, shadows wrapped around her body, forming white fabric to cover her. Damon almost let out a sigh of relief. He was weaker than ever, with no fight left in him.
"Well, that’s tomorrow’s problem..."
He stood, then froze, looking at the ground. Wendy’s blood was being absorbed into it.
Damon crouched down and rubbed away the dust, then spread his shadow perception.
He froze.
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