Warlock Ch 297. Don't Hold Back
Selena whispered, "Hey… if we end up facing off…"
"Yeah?"
She hesitated. "Don't hold back."
Damian arched a brow. "You sure?"
"Yeah." Her lips quirked into a faint smile. "If I'm going to lose, I'd rather it be to the real you."
He chuckled softly. "Selena, you have no idea what you're asking for."
The magic circle surged to life. The floor vanished beneath them.
And the waiting room dissolved into oblivion.
The sensation was the same as before—like being yanked through a whirlpool of ice and static. Damian gritted his teeth as his vision blurred and his body felt weightless. Then, with a jarring lurch, the teleportation magic spat him out onto solid ground.
His boots scraped against cracked cobblestone.
The air was thick—hot, metallic, and tinged with the faint crackle of unstable mana.
Selena landed beside him with more grace, her feet touching down softly. Her eyes immediately darted around, her body tense and alert.
