Warlock Ch 284. Obsidian Council
Damian caught the blade mid-swing with his bare hand.
Selena's breath hitched. "What the—"
Dark energy crackled from his fingertips as he gripped the steel, his [Shadow Barrier] absorbing the force entirely. The assassin didn't hesitate—his other hand went straight for Damian's throat.
Damian scoffed. [Dark Chains] erupted from the floor, twisting around the assassin's arm like living serpents. The assassin thrashed, trying to free himself, but the chains held firm.
"Slow down," Damian taunted, twisting his fingers. The chains tightened, locking the warrior in place. "Let's talk about this. Who sent you?"
The assassin didn't respond. Didn't even react. Instead, his free hand reached up—toward his own mask.
'Shit.'
Damian released the chains and kicked the assassin back just in time. A split second later, the warrior self-destructed. A surge of dark energy exploded outward, the sheer force throwing both Damian and Selena backward.
