Warlock Ch 282. Maniac [Part 1]
The first contestant's hand twitched toward his daggers. "You expect us to believe you don't have any sigils? That you've just been running around empty-handed?"
Damian took a slow step forward, letting his magic hum around him, flickering like a hungry beast waiting to be unleashed.
"Believe whatever you want," he whispered, voice barely above a growl. "But I'm starving."
Then he moved.
A blur of darkness.
One second he was standing still, the next he lunged forward, hand outstretched like a predator reaching for its prey. The contestants barely had time to react before he was upon them.
The dagger-wielder cursed, jumping back just in time. "Shit! He's fast—!"
Too late.
Damian's hands crackled with energy, and without hesitation, he unleashed [Dark Chains].
Thick, obsidian chains burst from the ground, wrapping around the second contestant's staff, yanking it from his grip.
"Oops," Damian sang mockingly, his grin widening.
