My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

This was Damon's plan of escape. It was quite obvious — if he ran a hundred kilometers, he would be hit many times before he reached safety.

So the next option was to fly.

However, he didn't have wings to fly.

So the choice was simple. He had to fly — and since he had no wings, he had to borrow some.

Luckily, he had bought Matia. Or rather, the Ruin Fairy had followed him of her own volition.

He almost got emotional.

"Dammit, Matia… I love you… hahahahaha…"

His shadow gave him no reaction. She just continued to fly.

Now it was a contest of snipers.

And Damon had learned from one of the most foul archers he knew. Maybe Back-to-Back wasn't the strongest, but he was the best archer Damon knew.

In fact, he had once seen Back-to-Back remove the wings of a flea twelve kilometers away without killing it.

That was just how good he was… and as his student, Damon was not about to let the elf down.

He pulled the bow and aimed for the next Griffin — but they were not about to be caught by surprise. He shot the arrow like a black streak. It shot toward the Griffin.

"Change formation…" the wind carried their voices.

Before the arrow touched the Griffin, it split in the air, dodging what should have been death.

Damon clicked his tongue.

He had a limited quiver of arrows.

He reached into his shadow storage and pulled out three arrows and fired in succession.

When the Griffin dodged the first one, the second caught it off guard…

Straight in the eye.

However, the elf on its back didn't seem to mind. As it fell, he jumped on its belly and aimed his bow straight at Matia… who was flying.

Damon pushed her body down with his weight, barely dodging the arrows.

He glanced at the distance before they crossed the valley and flatlands.

He released a few more arrows, shooting down a few Griffins…

But at least five more were still in the air, and the elves who had fallen had not stopped chasing him. They were running after him on foot and some on stag steeds.

"Give it a rest already…"

Damon was having a hard time shooting them down. He reached into his hood and pulled out a red squirrel and a raven that had been shamelessly hiding while he fought for his life.

"Go after them and distract them…"

He glanced at the flashing lights of death aimed at them and the terrifying-looking elf.

There was no hesitation. They shook their heads.

Absolutely not. They were not suicidal.

Damon dodged an arrow to his head.

"No helping means no eyeballs or nuts. Helping means you can have their eyes and nuts."

It was both motivational and threatening — but it convinced them.

The squirrel had been eager to please anyway. It let out a battle squeal and flew into the air as a red streak…

Damon's raven cawed with resentment but followed.

The elves didn't care about these two animals in the air — until the red streak stopped on the head of the Griffin. Its form adorable as the wind flipped its fur… next thing he knew was how fast it entered his pants.

"Arrgh, my balls…"

And bit his testicles. The distraction was all Damon needed. And before he knew it, an arrow flew into his skull…

He looked up with confusion, then fell off his flying steed, falling to his death.

Damon smiled.

[You have slain Glardel Astoneil]

Finally, a kill that was actually an enemy…

He reached into his shadow storage to pull out an arrow — but he was out.

"Dammit…"

He was just about to curse when Matia created arrows made of ice and passed them to him.

He caught the freezing arrows and smiled.

"Give me some mist…"

She nodded, her wings slowly beginning to grow colder as her skill, Ruin's End, activated.

However, Damon wasn't trying to freeze. He had resistance. His hand ignited with black flames, and the ice and fire created mist…

Visibility was low for both sides — but from Damon's side, he had the advantage.

He didn't do this for long because it was just to give his two perverted pets the opening they needed.

He held his bow, ready to shoot them. He heard it — the miserable cries of an elf who had lost his nuts — and Damon sniped at the vague shadows.

He heard a low scream as he fell to his death.

He unleashed a few more arrows, following the sound of the screams — but he wasn't safe either.

His enemies could also track him. An arrow was shot at him. He tilted his head just at the last minute due to his Danger Sense.

He could see the approaching tree line and the rocky terrain. This was far from the Golden Road, so therefore, monsters would dwell here…

He just had to force them to land. Well, there were barely enough of them in the sky… this was their best option.

He whistled, calling back the squirrel and the raven… who flew back — but he stopped them, tossing them into the forest.

"Act as my eyes…"

He could sense some grievances — but Damon was not about to let them slack when they could be useful…

Matia flew down like a comet falling from space into the high tree line…

Damon took that opportunity to dive into the trees, jumping from one tree to another until his foot touched the ground.

He didn't forget to set the forest ablaze to create an upward cloud of smoke that obscured their vision.

Damon turned into a shadow, slipping away. At this point, it was already midday.

Now he needed a way to split their numbers.

Divide and conquer.

As soon as he stopped moving, white light flashed as they began to use artillery-class magic again.

This time, it wasn't as much — since he had shaken their air superiority.

Damon raised his bow and shot at them, bringing down their Griffins.

Now they were all in the woods.

Still, that didn't help. They knew where he was, but he didn't know where they were.

Or so they thought.

He spread his shadow perception.

All the shadows in the forest became his eyes.