It was not in his best interest to go, but Damon couldn’t really stay either. The rewards weren’t really appealing, but he was bound to go to the demon continent anyway.
He also had things to achieve on the demon continent, one of which was finding any traces of Mugu the Wicked Prophet, as well as any information on the Pillar of Conflict.
That said, Damon had also been busy exploring the Tomb of Lesser Gods. His shadow drones had been making headway into the tomb, fighting and slaying monsters on their way, but they seed to have reached an impasse.
It was a large door with hundreds of runes that refused to open, at least not without the keys. Yes, keys. In this case, it had three keyholes.
One was for the Key of Lazarak, which Damon and Lilith already had, and then there were two more missing keys.
He had a feeling he might find a clue in Lysithara, or maybe the demon continent.
Heading to Lysithara was dangerous, and he would rather not risk it, so he could only head to the demon continent.
Damon had spent days organizing all his trump cards, everything he would need to survive.
And so far, his best tool was not even the ornant he had gotten from the priest. It was the Book of Shadows.
The Book of Shadows was the system’s cruel joke of a reward for killing Lazarak and completing the quest.
So far, Damon had not leveled up, because his level-up requirent was:
[Bloody Mary 0/1]
As usual, it was specific, but he had no idea what a Bloody Mary was. Still, the system always gave him obstacles he could find or would encounter, so he would no doubt et whoever or whatever Bloody Mary was.
Damon’s inventory was full. He had it all: potions, food, escape scrolls, barrier scrolls. He even went as far as buying so defensive artifacts, but that didn’t make him feel safe.
So he took out the one thing that did.
It was a black book that seed to be made purely out of shadows. Soft tendrils of darkness moved off its pages as Damon hugged it.
This was his trump card.
[Book of Shadows]
Type: Transcendent
[Description]
Every little thing about this new world filled him with wonder. He beheld colors no mind had ever shaped, felt sensations that once had no na, and breathed an air thick with quiet, ambient power.
This life was a blessing, even though the flesh he wore was a grievance against the heavens themselves. And so he recorded all that drew his gaze. In ti, his writing no longer followed creation, it kept pace with it. He wrote of all that was, all that would be, and in doing so, his to ca to hold infinity.
All who gaze into the abyss of knowledge must rember:
the abyss will always gaze back.
What was once rely the journal of a child would one day be known across the omniverse,
not as a diary,
but as the To of the Unknown God.
[Effect]
Unknown captured a wandering shadow and folded it upon infinity, creating this wondrous to.
No book compares to that original to. Yet this volu remains noteworthy. Though it does not contain infinite knowledge within its pages, it instead stores infinity itself. Whatever creature’s shadow is cast upon the book shall be sealed within, bound forever among its pages. Be wary, its power is only limited by its user.
Damon had tested what this book could do. When opened, it was just a book of shadows, that was all. Only shadows were inside.
But when he had tested it, he made a bird fly over the book, and when its shadow was cast on the pages, it was absorbed along with its shadow. On a page, the bird’s image appeared lifelike, with its na and attributes written.
He tried this with inanimate objects, and anything with a shadow could be captured as long as its shadow touched the book’s open pages.
However, there was a small issue.
If the entity was too strong, it could leap out of the book.
However, Damon thought of a solution.
"If I capture sothing and toss the book into my shadow storage imdiately after, it no longer is within my control, so the book just traps them."
He held his chin, looking at the book.
That book had so kind of resonance with his shadow storage. This was Damon’s trump card. As long as he touched your shadow with this book, he could seal anyone away.
As for its description, Damon had gotten used to such things. He wondered what kind of shadow the Unknown God captured and folded into infinity to create this book, or if the book was even alive.
All he knew was that this had co as a result of taking the life of his friend.
Damon didn’t hesitate to use it, because in his heart, this was Lazarak trying to help him, and this way, he would always rember him.
With that final thought, he glanced at the ornant from the priest. He did not know its na and could not appraise it without putting his life at risk, but Damon could feel that it was a one-use item.
As long as he chanted the Unknown God’s title and praise, he would be teleported to a specific location.
Which was not very helpful, because he had a feeling that location was in the demon continent.
"Basically, it’s useless to , but also not so useless that I can throw it away."
Damon took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The halls here were vast. After all, he was in the Brightwater family’s estate.
He reached the plaza downstairs, where a group of hardened knights and mages were waiting. Each of them had a powerful aura.
Behind them were many armored knights and mages. The Grand Duke sat on a chair in a pavilion, the sun shining down, though it didn’t matter to him since he was in the shade.
He smiled when he saw Damon.
Damon bit his lips.
They really were sending him to the demon continent.
"Damn higher ups."
"Figures," Damon sighed. "When in doubt, throw at the demon continent."
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