Warlock Ch 327. Desperate Bloodlust
Cedric's expression darkened. "You're sure?"
Damian scoffed. "100%."
Aria's lips parted slightly, a flicker of something sharp in her gaze. "The waiting rooms are supposed to be secured. The food and drink should never be tampered with."
Damian let out a dry laugh. "Well, someone had other plans." He tilted his head, watching their reactions carefully. "I figured it was part of the test, y'know? Like an extra layer of survival. But if that wasn't supposed to happen, then that means someone was deliberately messing with the contestants outside the combat zones."
Aria exchanged a look with Cedric, something unspoken passing between them.
Damian tapped his fingers against the table. "I guess that means someone wanted Selena dead and made sure of it."
A heavy, unspoken weight settled in the room. Cedric inhaled slowly. "That… is not something we can ignore."
Aria's voice was quieter now, but no less intense. "How often did this happen?"
