Warlock Ch 389. Manaless Commander [Part 2]
Just for a second—walls bowing, metal groaning under pressure, light warping around the void's heart.
Commander Ryven Halden stumbled back with a sharp grunt, barely keeping on his feet. His barrier talisman cracked and hissed at the edges, overstrained but still holding—for now. The void pressure made every movement feel like wading through wet cement, his body sluggish, his breath stolen.
But the mercenaries?
They moved.
Fast.
Professional.
Even under pressure.
Two of them, pinned by [Dark Chains], triggered their contingency charms. Crimson runes flared beneath their boots as their backup enchantments kicked in.
Limit Release (Rank A)
The chains snapped—but not fully. Their bodies burned with silver tattoos now glowing under their armor, the force of their magical enhancements pressing back against the weight of Damian's skill.
"Eyes on all angles!" barked the squad leader. "He's not gone—he's here. I want barrier domes now!"
