Chapter 723: 724: Meadow

"My lord, the goddess races have made it to the meadow."

The voice of the priestess from the snake temple echoed out behind him. Damon remained fixed in place, his head throbbing from the prolonged use of Faceless.

It was less pronounced than he thought, but he was gradually losing a sense of his identity. 'I was wrong to assume Faceless didn't affect me because it was a shadow clone.' Damon was running out of time, still he held it together, he didn't forget to remind himself.