Warlock Ch 310. Where is My Thank You
"Whoever's out there," Cassius muttered, "they're strong. Annoyingly so."
Victoria snorted, wiping sweat from her brow. "Well, obviously. Wouldn't be fun if they weren't."
Damian barely had the energy to acknowledge them. His mind felt slow, his limbs heavy. He forced himself to stay focused. They weren't done.
The fight lasted ten agonizing minutes.
Selena twitched first, then coughed, her breath ragged but improving. The veins along her arms—once blackened with poison—began to fade, returning to their natural color. Her pulse, once erratic, stabilized.
Then, finally, she stirred and stopped coughing those black blood.
Evelyn let out a long exhale, practically collapsing onto the floor as her runes flickered, cracked, then shattered completely. The spellwork she had carefully laid out was spent, broken beyond repair.
Victoria huffed. "Well, that was a pain in the ass."
Damian didn't respond. He couldn't.
