Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 299. Final Damage

Damian seized the moment.

[Hellfire Spear]

A blazing spear of crimson flames materialized in his grasp. He drove it through the mage's torso.

The flames burned hotter than hell.

The mage gasped, eyes wide.

"No hard feelings, okay?" Damian said softly.

He twisted the spear.

The mage crumpled.

Selena was already moving.

She conjured a pillar of wind beneath herself and launched toward the Titan's core. The Titan swatted at her, but Stoneback held firm.

"Now, Damian!" she screamed.

Damian raised his hand.

[Shadow Inferno Strike]

Darkness surged through him. His body became a blur of black and crimson as he shot through the battlefield like a missile.

The Titan's core loomed ahead.

He slammed his palm into the glowing center.

The explosion rocked the entire city.

The Titan screeched, its body fracturing. Shards of molten stone rained from above.

Selena landed beside Damian, breathing hard.

The Titan toppled with an earth-shaking crash.

Silence followed.

Then the voice returned.

"Final Damage Calculated. Top Two: Damian Blackthorn. Selena Delyanis."

Damian blinked. "...Wait. We won?"

'Oops!'

The realization hit him like a brick to the face. He wasn't supposed to go all out. He was supposed to take it easy—blend in, act like a warlock just scraping by, not someone who dismantled a damn Titan like he was out for an afternoon jog.

'Shit!'

He cursed internally, trying not to let his expression shift from bewildered disbelief to the creeping dread of self-sabotage. He could already imagine the council reviewing the footage. "Who the hell is this kid?" they'd say. "How does Cassius train his apprentices? And why the hell did he look like he was having fun?"

Damian schooled his face into an awkward half-smile and scratched the back of his head, glancing around as if the announcement had surprised him as much as anyone else.

'Yeah. Just play dumb. Dumb and lucky!'

Selena collapsed onto the cracked street, chest heaving. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and her breathing came in ragged gasps.

"Yeah," she said between breaths. "And I didn't even betray you. Lucky you."

Damian turned toward her, forcing his grin to stay casual despite the crimson slicking his side. "Yeah," he said softly. "Lucky me."

He shifted his gaze to her pale face. Her usual faint glow was dimmed; her skin was almost translucent now. The exhaustion etched into her features wasn't just from the battle.

'She's tapped out.'

He knelt beside her. "You look like hell," he said, voice low.

Selena cracked a weak smile. "Look who's talking. You're bleeding."

"Eh. Flesh wound. Not that bad." He waved it off, even as the sticky warmth spread beneath his fingers. He just realized the scratches were worse than he thought but it was fine. A simple potion would fix that. But Selena, she looked weird. "You, though… You're paler than usual. And that's saying something for a fae."

"I'm fine." She tried to push herself up, but her arms trembled beneath her.

"Sure," Damian drawled, arching an eyebrow. "Fine. Just casually auditioning for the next undead warlock role."

She shot him a glare. "I said I'm fine."

"Uh-huh." Damian exhaled slowly. He wanted to let it go, but the faint tremble in her limbs made his stomach twist. "Selena, you used a lot of magic back there. That fairy dust of yours, the wind manipulation, the barrier spells… You're running on fumes."

She didn't deny it.

Damian tapped his fingers against the cracked ground. She won't last much longer like this. If there's another fight…

His jaw tightened. "We need to get you somewhere safe."

Selena gave a breathless laugh. "Safe? In the middle of a death game? Good luck with that, genius."

He smirked. "I mean, we could build a pillow fort. Maybe conjure up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign for the Titan's cousins."

"With you as the architect?" She scoffed lightly. "We'd be dead in minutes."

"Fair point," Damian said. "I'm more of a destruction guy than a construction guy."

A flicker of tension left her face. But only for a moment. Her eyes darted toward the shadows of a half-collapsed building.

"Someone's watching us," she whispered.

Damian didn't move, but his senses sharpened. The familiar weight of danger pressed against his skin.

The world shifted slightly as mana signatures glimmered in his vision.

"Of course," Damian thought with a mental sigh. "Mages. Always sneaky bastards." This was strange. The third segment had ended—they should have been teleported back to the waiting room or maybe to the fourth segment by now.

"Right side, behind the rubble," he murmured, his fingers curling toward the hilt of his Fire Spear. "Preparing a spell."

Selena inhaled slowly, gathering what magic she had left.

"On three?" she asked.

Damian's lips twitched. "Sure. But let's go on two."

Her lips quirked upward. "Fine. On two."

Damian raised his hand slightly, eyes locked on the shadows.

"One…"

Mana crackled in the air.

"Two."

Selena whipped her hands forward, releasing a concussive burst of air.

[Dark Bolt]

A streak of shadow energy followed the wind blast, smashing into the hiding spot.

The rubble exploded outward.

The mage shot out like a cornered animal, his staff glowing with crackling mana. A jagged arc of lightning lashed toward them. "Cheater!"

"Survivor," Damian corrected.

[Shadow Barrier]

The barrier shimmered to life around Damian and Selena, absorbing the lightning with a crackling hiss.

Selena staggered.

"Stay back," Damian ordered.

She didn't argue.

He surged forward, his eyes locking onto the mage's panicked expression.

"Thought you'd get a free kill?" Damian sneered. "Amateur."

The mage gritted his teeth and swung his staff.

[Infernal Javelins]

Flaming spears shot from Damian's outstretched hand. The first two shattered against a hastily conjured mana shield. The third pierced the mage's thigh. The fourth impaled his shoulder.

The mage crumpled with a strangled cry.

Damian loomed over him, shadows swirling around his fists.

"Don't kill him," Selena called weakly.

"Why not?"

"Because he's already lost."

Damian hesitated. The mage's eyes pleaded for mercy. Blood pooled beneath him.

'Damn it!'