Warlock Ch 393. Choosing The Battlefield
Damian didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
But something inside him twisted.
She was right.
And he hated that she could see it.
"You're Kaelan, aren't you?" she said finally.
It wasn't a question.
Just a quiet truth.
Damian stared.
And then stepped back toward the rail.
"I don't know who that is," he lied.
Lysandra's smile was faint, tired. "Then keep running. But just know—I'm not chasing to kill you. I'm chasing because I think you might be the only one left who can stop what's coming."
He blinked behind the mask.
And then stepped onto the rail bridge.
The wind howled around him as the city's edge vanished behind the fog.
He didn't look back.
Because for once… he wasn't running.
He was choosing his battlefield.
