Warlock Ch 329. Angry Mob
And it wasn't just him.
Victoria had used a lot of her mana healing Selena. Evelyn, too. They were running on fumes, barely keeping themselves stable.
Which meant the only one they could really rely on right now was…
Cassius.
Damian sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 'Damn… Cassius really has to handle all my mess, huh?'
Yeah. That was not a comforting thought.
Damian ran a hand through his hair, shaking off the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. His steps were heavy, his body screaming at him to just lie down and shut up, but there was no way in hell he'd collapse in the middle of the Sanctum like some dramatic protagonist. He still had a shred of dignity left.
He made his way back to where Cassius, Evelyn, and Victoria were waiting. The once-packed arena was now nearly empty, the echoes of the earlier chaos still lingering in the air.
The audience was gone, but it wasn't a peaceful retreat.
No.
