Warlock Ch 300. Four Against Two
"Fine," Damian muttered, lowering his hand. The shadows dissipated.
Selena slumped against a broken column. Her eyelids drooped.
Damian hovered beside her, heart pounding harder than it should after a battle like that. Her skin had gone from pale to nearly translucent, and her breaths came too shallow. The half-empty mana potion bottle in her trembling hand didn't seem to help much.
"C'mon," Damian muttered, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "There's really something wrong with you."
Selena blinked, trying to focus. "Probably… my mana," she said, voice cracking.
Damian clenched his jaw. Her mana reserves were draining too fast, and in a battlefield like this, that was a death sentence.
She raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the rest of the potion. Her throat worked in sharp, jerky motions, and she winced when the glass clinked against her teeth.
