Warlock Ch 423. Prepare for The Battle
Damian pulled his hood low, the streets whispering past him as he Shadow Stepped and weaved his way back toward Cassius's mansion. His heartbeat was steady. His mana flow even. His mind?
A coiled storm.
He couldn't afford second-guessing anymore. Not tonight.
The barrier perimeter shimmered faintly as he approached, its weave recognizing him—and now, humming even deeper when it touched the dragon sigil branded onto his mana.
Cassius's barrier accepted the mark without resistance.
'Good,' Damian thought grimly. 'One less thing to worry about.'
The moment he stepped inside, he caught it—the buzz of activity, the faint scent of Evelyn's potions and freshly charged mana crystals.
Everyone was moving.
Preparing.
Not just him.
All of them.
He felt the slight pull of shadow magic and turned his head just in time to see one of his shadow servants emerge briefly from the wall, bowing low before vanishing again.
'All clear.'
