Chapter 910: Chapter 911: Fields Of Roaring Glory There was a wave that traveled through the forest. It was almost as if there was a silent explosion within the space they existed in, but its destructive noise was focused on a whole other plane of existence. Seras brought her sword down. The two stalkers were stunned in place by her attack. She sighed, lowering her blade slightly. "That should have killed any creature in the fifth class advancement, especially after a direct hit, but they’re still alive." Damon glanced at the two creatures. They were still alive and struggling to regain control of their bodies. They moved almost simultaneously, escaping from the stun effect, but Seras wasn’t worried. She raised her tachi and sliced down. The world seemed to bleed out colors as if space itself was torn by her attack. The thin slice went right through the bodies of the two stalkers. The destructive power should have ripped them in half, yet they remained still. As soon as the attack stopped, they regained movement and tried to escape from Seras. "Hmm. These things really can’t be killed with conventional methods. As long as they are being observed, they can’t be killed." Damon paused for a moment. "Observation..." he muttered. His eyes widened. Of course, that was it. Their powers were observational, which meant their weakness would also be. He grabbed Seras’s arms as the creatures scrambled to escape her. "I have an idea. Can you make them stand still?" She glanced at them fleeing her, then took a deep breath. "If I use my domain, I could make them stand in place. That’s a serious risk since we are in the evil forest." "Yeah, yeah, I know. Whatever comes later, we’ll deal with it. I can’t sleep at night knowing these things are out there." She smiled at him, then her eyes flickered. "Whatever future troubles we face, just know this was on you." [Fields of Roaring Glory.] Damon suddenly felt the world shake. From her feet, the black ground began to bleed red. The sky was covered in ash and dust. Screams echoed out and battle cries filled the air. Airships carrying banners of war flew overhead and blasted magic into the ground. Hundreds of warriors of different races battled in a chaotic maelstrom. "This is my domain. The battlefield. Within this domain, my strength increases greatly. Like many domains, my core attribute is strengthening, and I gain a higher capacity for mana and its restoration." She raised her hand as the soldiers and warships in the sky turned toward the two stalkers. Countless weapons filled the air as attacks were unleashed at them. In the sky, weapons formed and attached around them. Chains formed and bound them. The two creatures could not move. Damon looked around. The forest was gone. He was now on a battlefield standing next to Seras. "A domain is representative of what a person has comprehended. A culmination of their philosophy, their life. At first it starts out as an idea. Some people don’t even know they’ve grasped the idea. As time passes, it becomes solid and manifests in physical form. Within your domain, you are its god, the master of this dominion. This is an authority you possess." Damon felt an enormous amount of mana. This was the second most refined domain he had ever seen. It was different from Lazarak’s domain. His was just darkness, but that darkness was gentle, almost like a calm night. It freed you from pain and created a sense of serenity. The Mirror Seraph’s domain was a world of fogging mirrors. Seraph Null’s domain was chains and imprisonment. Each entity had a domain unique to them, because no matter how similar they were, no two domains could be the same. That idea of a domain was why the Beldam was so terrifying at the fourth class advancement. He glanced at the two stalkers, and just as the chains held them, one of them moved its mouth. Then something spread from its feet. When it did, Damon felt as if it was now existing in a whole different dimension. This was a domain too. Seras chuckled. "You do realize you’ve trapped yourselves too, or are you hoping I’ll run out of mana first?" Damon’s eyes narrowed. That made sense. No wonder only one of them used its domain. They wanted to exhaust Seras. That was the reason powerful entities didn’t just spam domains. The mana cost was enormous. It had to be, since they were creating a literal sphere of influence within a world. ’It should be easier for gods, since they are part of the world.’ Seras glanced at him coldly. "Well, what are you waiting for. Do your thing." She muttered slowly. "While my domain allows me to recover mana faster, it still costs more to sustain." Damon noticed a bead of sweat on her forehead. It couldn’t have been from dealing with them. While she couldn’t kill them, they weren’t strong enough to make her struggle. His gaze fell on the edge of her domain. He noticed something encroaching on it. The black soil of the evil forest. The forest was attacking her domain. This was fundamentally different from the Whispering Forest, which allowed the Beldam to create a domain around her home. Or was it because this domain was temporary and mobile, not fixed. Damon was so interested in domains. "Damon!" Seras called out. He cleared his throat. "Right, right. Sorry about that." He slid down and turned into a shadow, gliding toward the two stalkers. As soon as he reached them, he smiled coldly. "I figured you out..." The two stalkers were bound in chains. Damon reached into his shadow storage and pulled out something. It was a mirror. It wasn’t a magical mirror or some powerful tool. It was just an ordinary mirror. Damon raised the mirror and pointed it at the faces of the two creatures. They looked into their own reflections. When they saw themselves, their bodies froze and began to break down, shattering like glass and falling apart. [You have slain Stalker of the Evil Forest.] [You have slain Stalker of the Evil Forest.] Damon glanced down as their bodies turned to ash. Seras let out a sigh of relief as her domain collapsed on itself. The warriors fighting faded. The weapons. Everything was gone. The forest returned, but now Damon felt something different. The evil forest felt even more hostile, as if it was actively radiating killing intent. "How did you figure out how to kill them?" Seras asked, not minding the killing intent from the forest. Damon shrugged. "It was a guess. I figured this wouldn’t be the worst thing I face in the forest. I’d say this was more like an opening to terrible things to come." Seras glanced at the forest with a serious expression. "The forest’s authority has been challenged. Now it’s active, and what is gone. We may have gotten rid of the stalkers, but now we’ll be dealing with worse." Damon turned to his side and noticed one of the scouts approaching them. He glanced down at his wound and saw that the stalker’s curse had faded. Seras turned back. "Let’s go. We need to leave this area quickly." She disappeared into the woods. Damon followed as he felt his danger sense flare in short bursts. He chuckled and made sure he was using Dethrone to suppress his Deathless skill. They rejoined the group, and as soon as they did, they noticed the injured soldiers were now well. Damon had lost his nocturnal stag. They didn’t have time to catch another one and tame it, so he mounted the same one as Renata, and the expedition force did the only logical thing left. The ground all around the forest began to tremble. Roars and strange sounds that resembled laughter echoed out. Some of the sounds he didn’t recognize. They felt incomprehensible to humans. Damon’s hands grabbed onto Renata’s waist. "Seras, what now?" he yelled over the noise of hooves crushing shrubs. "That’s commander to you. We’re going deeper into the forest. Stay together and kill anything that comes close." Damon sighed, feeling more unlucky than usual. He turned his head back and saw the trees shaking and roars coming from around them as swarms of strange looking imps began to jump down from the trees. Damon winced, holding Renata tighter as they galloped through the woods. "Hmmm. It’s not as bad as I thought. It’s just some imp looking creatures. Nothing much." Just as he said that, he heard a loud crash. When he turned back, he saw one of the giant trees bend and break, but he didn’t see anything. He narrowed his eyes. One of the imps was lifted into the air and then crushed with a crunching sound as something chewed on it. Something huge. Something invisible. Damon paled. As if it wasn’t bad enough that something was after them, it was also invisible. "Dammit. Dammit"