Warlock Ch 294. Floating Battlefield [Part 5]
Damian didn't hesitate. He could already see the warlock channeling energy, his hands glowing with a sickly green light as he traced a summoning circle into the ground. Mana sigils flared to life beneath him.
'Shit! He's summoning his beasts!'
Damian's instincts screamed. He didn't need [Observation] to know what that meant. If the warlock succeeded, his summoned creatures would increase the mana density in the area. The storm would detect the spike and target this island immediately.
They'd be sitting ducks.
"Nope." Damian surged forward, boots digging into the loose gravel as he shot toward the warlock.
His mana surged, crackling through his veins. [Dark Bolt Lv. 8]!
The violet blast screamed through the air and slammed into the summoning circle. The impact shattered the fragile lines of mana, disrupting the spell before it could complete.
The warlock cursed and scrambled backward, his eyes wide with shock.
