My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 1094: Chapter 1095: Domain Clash

What was this feeling?

Matia didn’t know.

She wasn’t familiar with this feeling.

It was the strongest emotion she had ever experienced, one so overwhelming that for the first time in a very long time, it made her want to look away.

It hurt more than her broken body.

More than the blood spilling from her wounds and soaking into the frozen ground beneath her.

She...

This feeling was dirty.

And she did not like it.

Matia had once been corrupted, so she knew what it felt like to be dirty.

Only corruption itself could feel worse than this.

This feeling that made her wish she was not here.

The feeling darker than green envy.

This was shame.

Matia was ashamed.

She felt ashamed for hating her brother.

The one person who had only ever loved her.

Slowly, she lowered her head, drawing in several unsteady breaths as though trying to force the emotion out of her chest, but it clung to her tighter than the pain ever could.

Her father’s footsteps echoed through the snow behind her.

Slow and measured, it was painful to her ears

He was approaching to end her life.

Then suddenly Matia saw something blurry.

A distant image.

A memory.

Her vision narrowed.

And when she focused, she found herself lying on a bed while a frail-looking young boy shook her with all the strength his sickly body could muster.

She couldn’t help but squint at her brother.

"Wake up Matia, wake up. Come on let’s go, I have to show it to you."

Still half asleep, Matia rubbed at her eyes while allowing her brother to drag her through the castle corridors.

It was nightfall.

And it was cold.

It was always cold here.

With each breath he took, he struggled.

His breathing sounded strained.

His footsteps were heavy, uneven, weak.

He should have been in bed.

Then again, so should she.

After all she was still sore from getting beaten by their father earlier that day.

Finally he stopped in the courtyard.

Then he pointed upward.

Matia followed his finger.

And when she looked up, she saw it.

A beautiful snowfall.

Large crystalline snowflakes drifted gently from the heavens, glittering softly beneath the pale moonlight above, turning the frozen courtyard into something strangely ethereal.

"Pretty isn’t it..." Matlock whispered softly to his sister.

Then he smiled.

A weak smile.

But somehow beneath the drifting snow he seemed stronger than he ever had before.

"Heheh... I had to share it with you. After all we’re twins so we ought to share everything. Both shame and glory. What’s mine is yours, always."

He stretched a trembling hand toward her beneath the falling snow.

"We are two parts of the same whole."

His smile widened slightly.

"We will always be a part of each other. I know it. I see it. Even when you are at your lowest..."

His pale fingers curled softly.

"I will be your wings. Just like you are mine"

Matia’s eyes snapped open.

Reality returned in an instant.

Her father’s sword was already falling toward her neck.

But suddenly—

Her wings erupted with blinding white light.

A violent surge of power exploded outward.

Her aura thickened.

Compressed.

Becoming far denser than before.

She caught the descending sword with one armored gauntlet, ice shrieking violently as steel ground against enchanted metal.

Before her father could react—

She drove her other fist forward.

The punch connected directly with his chest.

A deafening shockwave exploded outward.

The Lord of Winter was launched backward, his body tearing through the snowstorm like a cannonball before vanishing into the white horizon.

Matia slowly hovered above the frozen earth.

Calm and silent blending with winter itself

Like an executioner ascending.

She had lost her wings in Lysithara.

She had sacrificed them for Damon.

Or so she believed.

Then she got them back, but she didn’t really consider them hers. Just something her brother left behind.

But now she understood the truth.

She still had wings.

Because Matlock had given his wings to her long ago.

What was his was hers.

"We are two parts of the same whole."

So she would always soar.

So he would always remain a part of her.

So even after death...

He could still carry her forward.

Her glowing blue eyes dimmed slightly.

Then finally she spoke.

"I hate you Matlock..."

The words left her lips bitterly.

Then her fingers clenched into fists.

"But I love you more."

Her voice softened.

Her shame was simple.

She had hated the person who loved her most.

The only person who had loved her.

The one who gave her everything.

Even his wings.

A quiet realization settled within her soul.

"I realize now..."

Her gaze lifted slowly toward her father in the distance.

Cold and Sharp its power absolute.

"I never hated him."

The air around her trembled violently.

"I just hated you."

Something shifted.

A whisper echoed deep within her mind.

The world itself seemed to recognize it.

Once more...

A being had risen to the peak of the Sixth Class Advancement.

Matia inhaled deeply.

Then slowly raised one hand toward the heavens.

Snow began swirling around her in impossible spirals.

Then she whispered.

[Domain Ruins End]

The world changed instantly.

The frozen kingdom shattered apart.

Reality itself seemed to decay.

Ancient ruined structures materialized from nothingness.

Broken towers.

Collapsed temples.

Dead forests frozen in eternal winter.

This was the domain of the Ruined Fairy.

And today...

The Lord of Winter would die within her world.

Her father slowly rose from the distant snow, wiping blood from the corner of his lips.

She actually managed to hurt him, this weak girl.

Lord Faldren could not allow such insolence.

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You really dare clash with me in domains?"

His aura erupted violently.

The entire world shook.

"Foolish girl."

The frozen air screamed.

Then his own domain spread outward.

Absolute cold consumed everything.

Ancient divine frost flooded the world.

And finally—

His voice thundered.

[Domain Frost God’s Palace]