Warlock Ch 239. Can You Not be Vulgar For Once?
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The memories were still fragmented, still incomplete, but this was a start. A piece of the puzzle he hadn't known he was missing.
"Guess that explains why the artifact feels so familiar," he muttered, glancing down at his hands. "It's literally a part of me."
The sigils on his skin glowed faintly in response. The Demon King's soul was still inside him, still a threat. But now, at least, he had a better understanding of what he was dealing with.
He turned back toward the crystal, his expression hardening. "You really thought I'd break, huh?" he said, as if speaking directly to the Demon King's soul. "You thought you could push me far enough that I'd lose control."
There was no response—no voice in his head this time. Just silence.
Damian smirked. "Guess what? I'm still standing."
