Warlock Ch 312. The S-Rank Gamble
Damian let out a long breath, tilting his head back against Evelyn's shoulder once again.
"Damian's about to pass out," she announced.
"Yeah, no shit," Cassius muttered, crossing his arms as he stared down at Damian's half-conscious, blood-drained form.
Damian didn't answer. Not because he was ignoring them—no, he would have loved to throw out another snarky remark—but because he actually couldn't. His body felt like lead, and if anyone decided to attack them right now, he'd be useless.
That thought alone pissed him off.
He hated being a burden.
Hated the fact that if someone tried to capture them, the only thing he'd be good for right now was getting carried like a damn sack of potatoes.
His fingers twitched weakly, but yeah, that was all he could do. Great. Fantastic.
Aria, who had been standing silently all this time, finally spoke.
"We need to give him the S-rank now."
Cassius snapped his head up, blinking in disbelief. "Now?"
