My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger-Chapter 224 : Show You The World

The flames died down, revealing Sylvia held in Damon's arms. Her head was lowered, strands of her hair falling over her face, obscuring her expression. The building around them was in shambles, sunlight piercing through the gaping holes in the walls where destruction had torn through. The ground beneath them was cracked, some parts melted into a warped, glass-like surface, while others had hardened into a thick, charred sludge. The aftermath of battle was evident in every ruined inch of the space.

Evangeline rushed forward, throwing her arms around Sylvia, her voice trembling with relief.

"I'm so happy you're alright..."

Sylvia merely nodded, her movements slow, distant. Her friends gathered around her, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and concern, but she kept her head lowered, silent. Her hands trembled at her sides.

Xander limped over, his wounds still fresh. Leona let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close... Welcome back."

Sylvia bit her lip, her voice low but steady.

"Can you leave... I want to be alone for a moment."

They understood. She had been possessed—her body twisted and controlled by a dark spirit, forced to fight against them. She had hurt her own friends, been turned into something monstrous, used as a vessel for carnage and destruction. How could she possibly be alright?

Evangeline hesitated before speaking.

"Sylvia, I—"

"Please just go... Please..."

Her voice cracked into a scream, raw with emotion.

Evangeline flinched but didn't argue. Damon's gaze lingered on Sylvia before giving a slow nod. One by one, they turned away—Evangeline, Leona, and Xander—leaving her kneeling on the ground, alone with Damon.

Sylvia hugged her knees, pressing her forehead against them. She sensed his presence behind her, unwavering, unmoving.

"Leave..."

Damon, his body caked in blood, remained silent.

"When have you ever known me to do what someone else says?"

She gritted her teeth.

"Go. Please... Just go."

He stepped closer, ignoring her plea, then sat beside her.

"No."

Sylvia squeezed her arms around herself, biting her lip to hold back the wave of emotions threatening to consume her.

"Why do you always do this to me..."

Damon shrugged.

"Don't know. We both know I don't have all the answers."

He glanced at her, her face still hidden against her knees.

"You... You can cry if you want to. After everything that happened, you've earned that right."

She didn't respond. He could understand why. The reason she had ended up in this situation in the first place was because of him—because he had called her a sheltered princess, because she had wanted to prove him wrong. She wouldn't want to cry in front of him, to let him see her break.

He sighed.

"Crying doesn't mean you're weak... but it's fine if you don't want me to see your tears."

He shifted slightly, lowering his voice.

"You can cry into my chest. That way, I won't see your tears."

He slowly raised his head, pulling her into his bloodied chest. Sylvia didn't resist. As she rested her head against him, he gently stroked her hair, his touch light, almost hesitant. She was quiet—at least, it seemed that way—but then he felt it. Warm tears, mingling with his blood, soaking into his torn shirt.

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He didn't say anything. He only held her, offering the kind of solace that silence could bring. His grip was careful, softer than it ever was with anyone else. He let her cry, let her grieve in the only way she knew how.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, but in truth, it was only half an hour before Sylvia finally spoke.

"My… I was never allowed to come to the academy." Her voice was low, almost as if she was speaking to herself.

"I was always kept behind high castle walls, never allowed to do anything on my own. I felt like a bird in a golden cage… No, I was a bird in a golden cage."

Damon remained silent, listening as she continued.

"I wanted to be free. I wanted to see and touch and feel everything. That's why I read so many books—I wanted to know it all, experience it all. More than anything, I hated how everyone treated me like I was fragile, like I was above them. I just wanted to be normal."

She shifted slightly against his chest, and he felt her fingers tremble.

"I always had a spirit affinity… but I always attracted the worst ones. When I was finally brought to the academy, it wasn't because I was given freedom. It was just a bigger cage. But… I accepted it. Because at least here, no one knew me. No one treated me like I was special."

She inhaled sharply, her body tense.

"And then I met you."

Damon's hand stilled against her hair.

"You didn't care about my identity. You didn't care about someone else's rules. You just… saw me. Just Sylvia. And you treated me the same way you treated everyone else."

She lifted her head slightly, glancing up at him through damp lashes.

"I… I really liked that about you. There were so many things about you that made me curious."

Her lips trembled, and she bit down on them, as if trying to hold something back.

"So it hurt when you said that to me. Anything but that… I didn't want to be some sheltered princess in your eyes."

She fell silent for a moment before adding, almost hesitantly, "I know it probably sounds dumb to you, but—"

Damon sighed, cutting her off.

"It's not." His voice was firm. "I don't think you're dumb. Even if you were sheltered…"

She blinked up at him, waiting.

He smirked slightly. "I think it's good that you were sheltered. That just means I get to wow you with all the mundane things I've seen."

He reached out, cupping her face in his bloodstained hands.

"Sylvia… Let me show you the world. Just stick with me, and I'll take you beyond your golden cage."

Then, he stood, brushing the dust from his tattered clothes, and held out a hand to her.

"I can't promise it'll be good or decent. I can't promise you'll be happy or that you'll like it. But…" His dark eyes met hers, unwavering.

"I can promise that I'll be there, all the way to the end. That way, you won't get lost. And if you do… I'll find you."

Sylvia's gray eyes sparkled, the last remnants of her tears clinging to her lashes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at the boy before her, the boy who had torn through her carefully built walls without even trying.

She smiled lightly, lifting her hand to take his.

"You're going to hurt me."

Damon nodded without hesitation. "I will."

"You'll lie to me."

He tilted his head. "Definitely."

She swallowed, her grip tightening slightly. "You're going to keep things from me."

"Too many to count."

Her lips parted as she whispered, "You'll treat me like I'm the only girl in the world."

He smirked. "Doubtful."

Her eyes searched his, the swirling abyss of darkness that hid countless secrets.

"You'll abandon me."

His smirk faded. He shook his head. "Never."

Sylvia let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. A tear slipped from her eye, but this time, she didn't wipe it away.

"Okay…" She smiled—a small, vulnerable thing, but real. "I'll risk it all."

She tightened her grip on his hand.

"Show me all the flavors of life—the good and the bad. And I'll stick by you… even if you're irredeemable."

And on that day, the heart of a young elven princess was stolen—stolen by a shadow who had promised her a world that was never his to give.