Until The End
Warlock Ch 111. Until The End
Malthus staggered to his feet, his hand clutching his wounded shoulder as dark energy crackled around him. His face twisted into a mask of rage, his once-calm demeanor completely shattered. "You'll regret that," he snarled, summoning another surge of power. The air around him shimmered with malevolence, the oppressive weight making it hard for Damian to breathe.
"Bring it," Damian said, his voice hoarse but steady. He gripped the spear tightly, ready for whatever came next.
Malthus didn't hesitate. With a roar, he lunged forward, his hand glowing with dark energy as he reached for Damian's chest. The intent was clear—he was going for the Mana Core. Damian's heart pounded as he saw the fingers reaching for him, the dark energy radiating from them promising a slow, excruciating end.