My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 732: Chapter 733: The Priestess Who Prays For Peace Summons Despair.

War was chaotic, but everyone had their roles to play. Victory was the result of the collective.

Abellona had her role, so she didn’t turn, even when Damon seemed to falter in his battle against Amon.

He had won against Ashcroft when he was far weaker than he was now, she believed he wouldn’t die. That was why, even though her own brother’s life was in danger, Abellona focused solely on her mission, her objective.

This was what her life on the battlefield had taught her.

’we must all play our roles, or the entire military structure will collapse.’

Blood dripped from the side of her head as she ignored the clash behind her. The sounds of battle, the screams, the explosions, all faded. Only the priestess remained in her eyes.

She walked slowly with her spear in hand, blood dripping from its edge, her crimson eyes filled with killing intent.

In her heart, she believed stopping the priestess would guarantee victory.

The priestess was a beautiful young woman. Her long hair flowed to the ground, and her eyes glittered like stars. It was her ritual that had transformed the heavens into that starry sky.

”Is it not beautiful...” the priestess’ soft voice echoed.

Abellona glanced at the sky, bright starlight glittering on a canvas of heavenly darkness. The white light illuminating the void had an ephemeral beauty to it. Like all beautiful things, it would not last.

”I do not much care for the sight,” Abellona replied coldly. ”The stars are in the heavens... and all my problems are on the earth.”

Her tone was soft, but her killing intent bled through each word.

The priestess smiled gently. Blood seeped from her eyes, her nose, and the corners of her mouth, yet she remained calm.

”He loves the stars... I think because he’s a star too.”

She smiled faintly, her eyes reflecting that same starlight.

”A star is never alone and can’t be lonely... that’s why...”

Abellona narrowed her eyes, confusion flickering in them.

”He? Who are you referring to—”

”Yes,” the priestess interrupted softly, her voice calm and haunting.

”The Unknown God. He was a star among other stars... yet he left. Now he’s alone.”

Abellona raised her spear, pointing it at the priestess.

”Why aren’t you trying to fight back, or escape?”

The priestess glanced at the battlefield, at the chaos, the dying, the endless struggle. She took a slow, shaky breath.

”There’s no point... This is my purpose. It’s why I was born. Everything you think is significant in life means nothing. The most significant thing you can do in life ... is die.”

She smiled faintly and spread her arms.

Abellona bit her lip, unease twisting in her chest.

”Stop your ritual. Now.”

The priestess shook her head.

”It’s too late. It’s already complete. Everything is here. The first ingredient was me, the star.”

She raised her hand toward Abellona.

”Destruction, the void, his name and book, the seed of depravity in a heart overflowing with a myriad of desires... and lastly, a pure soul that endured change.”

Abellona’s hands trembled. Her breathing turned shaky.

Time was her brother, he had the Time Attribute. The star was the priestess herself. Destruction... was Abellona. But what about the rest? She didn’t know.

No—she did. The Void referred to Lilith Astranova, the one who carried the void attribute.

But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t figure out the others.

The priestess’s words echoed in her mind: ”His name and book...”

Abellona’s blood ran cold. To summon something: a god, a demon, a spirit you needed to know its true name.

That realization hit her like thunder. The priestess wasn’t performing a ritual, she was attempting to summon the Unknown God.

If a god descended here, it wouldn’t just be the end for them, it would be the end of the world.

She gritted her teeth, her body trembling as she thrust her spear forward, impaling the priestess through the heart.

”I can’t let you do this! You can’t call forth a god!”

The priestess coughed blood, her smile still soft as her lifeblood spilled freely.

”I am not the honored one who knows his name,” she whispered weakly. ”I am merely the sacrifice...”

Abellona’s grip tightened. She twisted the spear, blood splattering the ground.

The priestess’s vision dimmed, but her thoughts remained.

The one who knows his name... is Sylvia Moonveil. She alone was cursed with that knowledge. She was also given the Unknown God’s Journey Book or rather, a copy of it.