Another name for shades was shadows. These entities, by their very nature, were nothing more than wandering remnants, echoes steeped in resentment—hatred birthed from the lives they once lived and the pain they carried into death.
Damon merely took a chance. It was a small gamble.
Their situation had become dire. The broken, claustrophobic wreckage of collapsed buildings left little room for brute force—too much power could bring the whole place crashing down on them. They needed precision. Not destruction.
The shades hated them. Not just hated—resented. Their twisted souls envied the living, cursed them with every claw and whisper. They wanted them dead.
That was why Damon used the skill.
[Skill: Shadow Control]
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