Chapter 879: Chapter 880: Within This Room Damon stepped into the tower. As soon as he made it past the arch, he felt as if space itself was inverted. When he looked back, the entrance was gone. He scoffed with a hint of disdain. "Basic space manipulation. How original." Damon had already gone past the level where such small things would surprise him. He looked around. The place was dark, with several glowing doors that must have led to different locations. Damon stopped, hoping to figure out which one Sylvia and Lilith had taken, but after some thought he just gave up and chose a random one. When he opened his eyes, he was in a room filled with hanging chains. He walked forward, spotting a figure seated on a throne. "What are the odds that the door you choose is the one that leads to me. This is an act of providence." The man seated on the throne spoke. He was a large man with a chain around his neck and a few more wrapped around his waist, attached to two swords that were obviously connected to the chains. This seemed to be a magical artifact of sorts. It gave Damon a chilling sensation when he saw it, along with the deep and powerful aura of a fourth class advancement. "Providence, hmm. Maybe it is. I just didn’t expect you would have such misfortune," Damon replied calmly. The man raised his brows, then burst into laughter. "You are a very arrogant man, aren’t you. It is rare to see such confidence from a lich weaker than me." The man lowered his head, looking down at Damon. "You will die more arrogantly than most men." Damon scoffed, shaking his head. "Dying humble is sad. Humility is not a virtue, it is simply proof that you’ve been walked on your whole life. And more importantly..." Damon paused, glancing up at him. "Who the hell are you." There was a long, silent pause from the man. Then he burst into laughter. "Hahah... hahaha teeeeeee haha..." He wiped a tear from the side of his eye. "That explains why you’re so arrogant. No wonder you didn’t know who I was. Very well then, it would be unfair for you to die ignorant." He raised his hand, a cold gleam in his eyes. "I am the ruler of this city, the right hand of the prison god, master of chains, lord of the brands, king of the chained halls. I am the High Prophet." Damon sighed, feeling a headache forming. "Okay. I’m Damon." There was no change in expression. Damon had been hoping to see fear, but all he saw was a calm and almost tired look on the man’s face. "You do realize you will die today." Damon shrugged. "Maybe. But not by your hands." He stepped forward as the High Prophet stood up from his throne. The chains on his body began to glow red. Damon took a deep breath and looked at his current stats. [HP: 24,995 / 17,955] [Mana: 55,567 / 15,754] [Strength: 31,124] [Agility: 23,157] [Speed: 33,985] [Endurance: 34,210] [Class: Usurper] [Shadow: 1,900] [Shadow Hunger Levels: 10%] [Shadow Level: 19] [Condition: Shadow Is Fed] [Attributes: Umbral, Domination Fragment] [Skills:] [5x] [Remorseless] [Shadow Perception] [Water Celebration] [Sacrifice] [Shadow Control] [Parkour] [Shadow Armor] [Beholder’s Gaze] [Dead Eye] [Spirit Affinity] [Ashborn] [Omen of Dread] [Dealer’s Hand] [Bloodletting] [Shadow Movement] [Shadow] [Faceless] [Danger Sense] [Shadow Storage] [Wave Walk] [Shadow Clone] [Blitz] [Flash Step] [Air Walk] [Appraisal] [Iron Bones] [Astral Projection] [Accel] [Terror Engine] [Vengeance] [Soul Tongue] [Eyes of Veracity] [Shadow Stride] [Soul Conduit] [Heart of Shadow] [Demon Dominate] [Shadow Seizer] [Mastery:] [Etiquette Lv3] [Swordsmanship Lv7] [Survival Lv10] [Persuasion Lv2] [Deception Lv3] [Bartering Lv2] [Theft Lv3] [Archery Lv5] [Trap Lv5] [Alchemy Lv1] [Dagger Arts Lv5] [Cooking Lv2] [Basic Magic Lv5] [Mana Control Lv7] [Magic Gatling Lv5] [Pain Resistance Lv6] [Mental Contamination Resistance Lv5] [Disintegration Resistance Lv3] [Sniper Lv5] [Rune Magic Lv3] [Insanity Lv4] [Fate Manipulation Resistance Lv2] [Ravenous Lv Max] [Poison Resistance Lv6] [Elemental Resistance Lv3] [Petrification Resistance Lv5] [Magic Resistance Lv5] [Curse Resistance Lv2] [Pressure Resistance Lv2] [Corruption Resistance Lv5] [Aura Farming Lv4] [Charisma Lv9] [Tyranny Lv3] [Ragebaiting Lv5] [Shadow Manipulation Lv1] [Items:] [Pale Crown Armor] [Broken Bonds] [Deep Quiver] [Silver Blades] [Staff of Carnage] [Sword of Nicolas] [Furnace of Frost] [Helm of Balero] [Womb of Healing] [Charms] [Potions] [Miscellaneous Items] [Quest:] [Path to Conflict] [Nightmare of Lazarak] His mana was still too low. He tried to recover as much as he could, but without ambient mana it was a little too hard. He had already completely refined his third class body. As for his opponent, he had a feeling this was the most powerful person in the fourth class in this world. He had rich battle experience. He would be a dire opponent to face. "You would face me. I commend your bravery," the High Prophet intoned as he took a battle stance. Damon nodded slowly. "Very well then." He took out a coin. "Let’s fight honorably. We start when the coin hits the ground." The High Prophet nodded. As Damon tossed the coin high into the air, his eyes subconsciously followed it. In that split second, Damon unleashed a blast of Ashborn flames, a deafening explosion erupting. He followed the same motion by unleashing a pillar of ice with Ice Dominate. [5x] activated, his speed surged as he maximized the damage he could deal in such little time. He slashed down with Dealer’s Hand, wrapping the blade in flames. "Midnight." He cut down with the second form of the Brightwater technique. Blood spilled as Bloodletting activated, inducing a bleeding effect on his opponent. But that wasn’t it. His sword stopped. Despite how fast his attacks were, he had been thwarted from landing anything fatal. The High Prophet had resisted and blocked, allowing only minimal damage. His face twisted with rage. "You are dishonorable. Do you not have a warrior’s backbone or pride?" Damon tilted his head. "Pride? What’s pride. I pride myself on having no pride." The High Prophet grew irritated. Never in his life had he seen such a shameless, dishonorable warrior. "Fine. Be it that way. You will die a coward’s death." The chains around his body moved as he drew his twin blades. Each was connected by glowing chains, bright red like blood, or perhaps like a setting summer sun. The moment his enemy moved, Damon blocked with his broken blade. Sparks flew everywhere, the dark chamber lighting up as the hanging chains rattled violently. Damon was not an even match for him in raw physical strength and was sent flying. However, using his parkour skills, he landed on the edge of a pillar and kicked off, cracking it and destroying its foundation with a sonic boom. He flipped in the air and unleashed several slashes of sword energy. His opponent ducked, his own sword flying as the chains glowed deep crimson. Damon barely dodged as it changed direction, grazing him despite his speed. His armor dented. Blood sprayed from his wound. He gritted his teeth, stepping on the air with Air Walk as he unleashed both flames and a pillar of ice. Normally, he would not have risked using any Domination abilities. But there was no one here but him and his enemy. There was no need to hold back. He would fight with everything he had against this powerful foe. And he would kill him. Then he would advance further into the tower and find the elixir of pseudo immortality. Everything he had worked for was right in front of him. So close. There was only one obstacle left. This man. "And he would soon be a dead one." "Is this your skill, Damon," the man remarked, "or a magic spell." The High Prophet scoffed. As he chased Damon through the air, shattering pillars, the interior of the tower began to collapse from the force of their battle, chains rattling wildly. "You think I’d tell you that. Trying to get information from your opponent is basic tactics." Damon melted into shadow just before the sword nicked his face, a thin trail of blood appearing as he reappeared at the opposite end of the room. "Fine then. Be that way. However, I want to know where the elixir is. It would be a bother if I kill you and gain nothing from it." The echoing voice made the High Prophet pause slightly. Then he chuckled. "Ahhh. How arrogant. Or maybe delusional. So what, you’re saying you’re holding back?" Damon nodded slowly. "Neither of us has gone all out. You’re still holding back too, aren’t you." The High Prophet paused, then nodded. "Fine. Now I’m interested." He pointed in a direction. "If you go that way, you’ll reach the chamber with the elixir and avoid all the dangerous traps we’ve set. But you’ll have to get past me." Damon nodded. Shadows rose, covering his entire body as his shadow armor spiked outward. "Good. Now you die." An entity of pure shadow stood where the young man had been. But then it dissolved, his Ravenous transformation failed. Damon’s eyes widened as the man smiled. "I forbid that ability within this room"