Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 222. Pain

- Ba-thump!

Damian winced and grunted, clutching his chest. The sensation was unbearable, sharper and deeper than before. He stumbled forward, his breath hitching as a mocking voice echoed in his mind.

"You surely don't know how to stop, huh?" the voice sneered. It was cold, sharp, and carried a hint of cruel amusement. Damian's knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, gritting his teeth against the pain. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Evelyn and Cassius rushed to his side, their fatigue forgotten in the face of Damian's obvious distress.

"Damian!" Evelyn knelt beside him, her tone edged with concern. "What's happening?"

"I don't—" Damian gasped, his words cut off as a crimson ripple of mana surged around them. The shards of the Dreadheart Shard, supposedly destroyed moments ago, began to reform before their eyes. The fragmented pieces coalesced, the pulsating crimson light intensifying as the shard hovered in the air.

Cassius's eyes widened. "That's not possible. You destroyed it!"

"It's back," Evelyn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before anyone could react, the shard shot toward Damian with blinding speed. He gasped as it slammed into his chest, the impact sending shockwaves of crimson energy across the battlefield. Damian's hands instinctively clutched at his chest, his body trembling as the shard embedded itself within him.

He collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. His vision blurred as the surge of power inside him began to rumble, a force far greater than anything he had felt before. It wasn't just overwhelming—it was consuming.

"Damian!" Evelyn grabbed his arm, her worry etched across her face. "Stay with me!"

Cassius stood close, his gaze darting between Damian and the battlefield. "This isn't good. If this thing's trying to take over, we're in no shape to fight it off."

Damian couldn't respond. His vision flooded with red, the voice returning, this time deeper and more commanding.

"Embrace it," the voice said. "You are now bound to the power of the Crimson Devourer. You can't run from your fate, Kaelan Voidweaver! HAHAHAHA!"

[Congratulations! You have gotten a new special servant: Crimson Devourer!]

Allows the summoning of the Crimson Devourer as an ally under the user's command. Costs 75% Mana to summon. The Crimson Devourer retains its berserk tendencies but will follow commands issued directly from the summoner.Cooldown: 72 hours.

Crimson Devourer

HP: 12,000/12,000

MP: 5,000/5,000

Skills: [Crimson Rampage], [Soul Rend], [Dread Roar], [Unholy Regeneration]

Damian's breath hitched as the announcement appeared before him. He stared at the text, blinking several times. "W-What?" he managed to say, his voice strained.

Evelyn and Cassius exchanged worried glances. "What is it?" Evelyn asked, gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Something…" Damian frowned, his heart pounding as he processed the information. "Something about summoning… the Crimson Devourer."

Cassius arched a brow. "You mean you can summon Varak now?"

Damian glanced at him, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I guess… but in his boss mode."

Evelyn folded her arms, her expression sharp. "His level was higher than yours during the fight. Isn't that a problem?"

Damian shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Not anymore. His level is lower than mine now. I guess it's because I just beat him up."

Cassius let out a low whistle, his tone laced with dry amusement. "So, you're telling me we went through all that chaos, and now you have a walking apocalypse on a leash?"

"Seems that way," Damian muttered, his gaze shifting to his hand. He flexed his fingers, the faint crimson glow still pulsing around him like an echo of Varak's power.

Before they could delve deeper into the implications, a familiar voice cut through the tense moment, smooth yet sharp enough to make the hairs on the back of Damian's neck stand on end.

"Well, isn't this interesting."

The three turned their heads sharply to see Seraphis striding toward them. His crimson cloak billowed behind him, a splash of color against the bloodied and ruined battlefield. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something darker than curiosity. Around them, the remnants of Varak's forces were being hunted down by Seraphis's troops, but it was clear his focus had shifted entirely to Damian.

Cassius stepped forward immediately. "Stay back," he said, his tone sharp and commanding. His stance radiated protective authority, placing himself between Seraphis and Damian.

Evelyn's hand moved instinctively to her Escape Stone, her fingers brushing the smooth surface as she prepared for the worst. None of them were in any condition for another fight, and if Seraphis decided to turn on them, retreat might be their only option.

Seraphis stopped a few paces away, his gaze fixed squarely on Damian, who was still on his knees. His crimson eyes were piercing, dissecting Damian as if trying to uncover every secret hidden beneath his tattered cloak.

"You…" Seraphis began slowly, his voice low and deliberate. "Why can you use vampire skills?"

It was the same question Varak had asked before his transformation.

Damian took a shaky breath, forcing himself to stand despite the exhaustion pressing down on him. His legs wobbled, but he squared his shoulders, meeting Seraphis's gaze. "I don't know," he said, his tone even but tinged with defiance. "Maybe you can tell me."

Seraphis's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "You expect me to believe you don't know how you've gained abilities that no human should possess?"

Damian shrugged, his expression indifferent despite the tension in his body. "Believe what you want. I didn't exactly get a manual explaining why this stuff keeps happening to me."

Cassius stepped in, his voice calm but firm. "Enough. Whatever his abilities are, they've been the reason Varak is no longer a threat. Shouldn't you be focusing on the remnants of his forces instead of interrogating the person who just saved your ass?"

Seraphis's smirk faded, his gaze hardening. "You think I'm blind, warlock? I've seen the way he fights, the way he channels power that doesn't belong to him. Vampire magic—none of it is normal."

Evelyn stepped forward, her magic crackling faintly at her fingertips. "And? What do you plan to do about it? We're all tired, wounded, and barely standing. Unless you want to add your name to the list of things we have to clean up, I suggest you back off."