He sucked in a breath of cold air. Did that really just happen? Did he actually just gain shadow energy?
This was not an illusion, nor was he hallucinating from the madness in his life.
This was real—a way to gain shadow energy without devouring people.
"Ahh… ahh…"
Damon felt his heart tighten. A wave of relief and frustration slammed into his chest.
All the days when he... had to kill and devour people, just so he wouldn't turn into a monster.
The fear he had locked deep within—fear that he'd lose control, that he'd devour his friends if the hunger ever won.
He clenched his fists.
All of that... all of that could've been solved by eating shades.
Damon took a deep breath. He shook his head. That wouldn't have changed much—shades were rare.
But still… it made sense. He could devour them for shadow energy.
One, they were souls. And two, they were mostly human—or at least, shadows of intelligent, sapient creatures.
