Warlock Ch 270. A Terrible Influence
The sun was setting when Damian finished his training with Cassius. The sky outside bled into deep hues of violet and gold, casting long shadows across the towering shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls. The air inside was thick with the scent of parchment, ink, and faint traces of protective enchantments that shimmered against the walls like invisible threads of power.
Damian strolled along the lower shelves, fingers brushing over the spines of countless books, his eyes scanning for anything useful. Meanwhile, Cassius hovered above him—literally walking on air, effortlessly defying gravity as he inspected the higher shelves. Every so often, he would grab a book, examine the title, and either return it or casually let it drop, making Damian catch it.
"You sure this is how a NORMAL mentor is supposed to help?" Damian muttered as he barely caught another thick leather-bound book before it smacked him in the face.
