My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

The figure in front of her was the same young man. Long black hair, deep dark eyes, his aura subdued. He wore light fabric with soft armor protecting his vitals, but most striking of all was the crown above his head.

It hovered like a halo, giving him a regal presence. More than that, it felt as if he dominated the space around him, shadows growing deeper and heavier in his presence.

Yet Sithara found herself drawn to his eyes.

They looked weary. Tired.

He was watching her.

Now that she had awakened, she no longer felt scared of him.

Now she understood.

He was terrifying.

It was like staring at a beast wearing human form, one with a mana pool so deep she could not even begin to imagine its limits.

”Hungry?” he asked quietly, his voice cold, though a faint shred of care slipped through.

Sithara did not bother pretending otherwise. She nodded slowly.

He nodded in return and arranged several plates and cutlery in front of her, serving a variety of dishes. Some were familiar, others she had never seen before, but all of them looked good.

She glanced toward her brother, who was still asleep.

Come to think of it, the toddler looking god Lazarak was not here, nor was the beautiful lady knight. It was just the two of them.

”Lazarak is outside doing goddess knows what, or maybe she doesn’t,” Damon said calmly.

”As for Matia, she’s watching the perimeter with Ghost.”

Sithara nodded, not questioning how he knew. For all she knew, he could read minds.

”Eat,” Damon whispered as he sat across from her. ”There’s more than enough for your brother too.”

Sithara looked at him briefly, then took a small bite of the food.

The moment it entered her mouth, her expression changed.

Damon recognized it immediately. It reminded him of Leona.

Within moments, she reached out and grabbed another dish, this time a cake covered in cream.

”Hmm wo... mmm, so delicious,” she said, unable to stop herself from talking with her mouth full.

The sight made her look like a small chipmunk.

Damon chuckled quietly, holding back his laughter. He took a napkin and gently wiped the cream from her face.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and continued eating. She no longer seemed to find him frightening.

Lifting her head, she gazed at him again.

Then asked hesitantly,

”Mister... um... you cook really well... how old are you?”

Damon raised an eyebrow.