Warlock Ch 290. Floating Battlefield [Part 1]
Damian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the room with lazy amusement. The atmosphere had settled into something tense but stagnant, like the calm before a storm. Thirty minutes. That was how long they were given to rest.
And yet, it was the most awkward thirty minutes he had ever sat through.
No one spoke much. Well, no one aside from a few whispering in their small groups. Everyone was too busy either scarfing down food or side-eyeing their competition. Some had taken the chance to patch themselves up, tending to wounds with healing spells and potions. Others simply sat with their backs against the walls, trying to preserve as much energy as possible.
Damian tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flicking toward the drinks.
The spiked drinks.
