Warlock Ch 305. Not A Tragic Hero
Cassius and Evelyn had also disappeared from their seats, moving swiftly toward the council members seated in their regal observation box.
'Good. Maybe they can knock some sense into these bastards!' Meanwhile, Victoria conjured a crimson bat—a magic messenger for emergencies—and sent it off into the shadows. Urgent. Whoever that was going to, they mean business.
But Damian wasn't focused on them anymore.
He was focused on her.
Selena was barely conscious now, her body trembling, her breaths uneven. Seven minutes, maybe less. And he still hadn't found a way to stop the poison.
His mind raced as he turned back to her, kneeling by her side. Think. What can I do?
He activated [Dispel].
Nothing.
The aura of the spell flared around her for a second before flickering out, completely ineffective against the creeping black veins spreading under her skin.
