Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 300. Four Against Two

"Fine," Damian muttered, lowering his hand. The shadows dissipated.

Selena slumped against a broken column. Her eyelids drooped.

Damian hovered beside her, heart pounding harder than it should after a battle like that. Her skin had gone from pale to nearly translucent, and her breaths came too shallow. The half-empty mana potion bottle in her trembling hand didn't seem to help much.

"C'mon," Damian muttered, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "There's really something wrong with you."

Selena blinked, trying to focus. "Probably… my mana," she said, voice cracking.

Damian clenched his jaw. Her mana reserves were draining too fast, and in a battlefield like this, that was a death sentence.

She raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the rest of the potion. Her throat worked in sharp, jerky motions, and she winced when the glass clinked against her teeth.

Selena coughed weakly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "See? Fine."

"Yeah," Damian deadpanned. "You look fantastic."

She groaned. "Stop fussing. We need to—"

She didn't finish. Her eyes locked on a spot behind him.

Damian didn't ask. He turned on instinct.

Four figures emerged from the crumbled remains of a building across the street, stepping through the thick mist that clung to the ground like oil. Their steps were slow, confident, their eyes fixed on Damian and Selena with predatory intent.

"Aw, hell," Damian muttered.

His gaze flicked to the edges of the street. The ground quivered—cracks slithering through the cobblestones like veins filled with unstable mana.

"Guess we didn't make any friends," he said lightly.

Selena forced herself upright, her legs trembling. "Friends don't glare like that."

"True." Damian's eyes narrowed. "And friends don't circle you like wolves."

The four of them spread out in a loose arc.

The man directly across from Damian was broad and heavyset, his robes sleeveless to showcase runic tattoos spiraling down his arms. Mana crackled across his skin like electric veins. A battle mage.

To the left, a thin woman twirled a crystalline dagger, her magic faint but slippery like oil on glass. Rogue warlock.

The other two stayed back, one holding a staff wreathed in shadowfire, the other whispering to summon a familiar—a crimson-eyed wraith that hovered just above the ground.

[Observation Activated]

Barik Thorne (Battle Mage)

Lysa Veil < Level 110> (Warlock)

Marcus Sylver (Shadowcaster)

Pyra (Beast Conjuror)

Damian cursed under his breath.

"Four against two," he said casually, his voice just loud enough to carry. "You guys scared of a girl and a bleeding guy? No shame." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The battle mage—Barik—smiled coldly. "You're the anomaly here, Blackthorn. We've seen what you can do."

Damian tilted his head. "Yeah? Was it the laugh? People really like the laugh."

"You're dangerous," Barik said, planting his feet with a heavy thud. His tattoos glowed brighter. "And she's a princess. We can't let you two get any further."

Selena's eyes widened. "They know who I am," she whispered.

Damian's mind raced. Insider information. Someone involved in organizing the exam had leaked her identity. And the way they were spreading out, keeping their distance, made it clear: this wasn't about the Titan anymore.

They were here to kill her or him or both of them!

"That's why they haven't teleported us away yet," Damian muttered.

Selena's lips pressed into a tight line. "The rule said only the top two damage dealers win. Maybe we need to defeat them too."

Damian's stomach twisted. "Maybe. But I'm sure this isn't just about the test."

"Obviously," she bit out.

The ground rumbled beneath them. Small fissures splintered outward like spiderwebs.

Damian exhaled. "All right. Time to stop playing nice."

Selena adjusted her stance, wincing as she summoned a thin strand of glowing fairy dust into her palm.

"Don't pass out," Damian warned.

"No promises," she shot back.

The attackers moved.

Barik charged first, his boots cracking the stone beneath him. His mana coiled into his fists like twin serpents.

[Dark Chains]

Chains erupted from the ground, snaring his legs mid-stride. The battle mage roared and slammed his fists into the chains, mana detonating in an ear-splitting shockwave.

Damian ducked the concussive blast and retaliated.

[Hellfire Spear]

A spear of molten shadow formed in his hand. Damian hurled it the moment Barik shattered the last chain.

The spear pierced his side, sizzling into flesh.

Barik howled, staggering back.

Movement. Left flank.

Damian twisted. The warlock—Lysa—lunged with her dagger aimed for Selena's ribs.

"Selena!"

Selena raised her hand.

[Fairy Dust: Gale Bloom]

The golden powder flared and exploded into a concussive burst. Lysa stumbled, coughing, but recovered too fast.

'She's too tired to hold her off!'

Damian clenched his fist.

[Infernal Javelins]

Blazing spears manifested and shot toward Lysa. She dodged two, deflected one, but the fourth impaled her calf.

She screamed and collapsed.

"One down," Damian muttered.

The conjurer and shadowcaster attacked next.

The conjurer unleashed a massive, fanged wyrm made of obsidian mana. It surged toward Damian with jaws wide.

[Void Rift]

A swirling black rift opened in front of him. The wyrm lunged, but the void pulled it in, disintegrating it with a distorted hiss.

The conjurer cursed and tried to summon another beast.

"Selena, the summoner!"

Selena staggered forward, her palm glowing faintly.

[Fairy Dust: Binding Roots]

Thin tendrils of shimmering magic erupted from the ground, ensnaring the conjurer's limbs.

Damian followed with a quick blast.

[Arcane Bolt]

The energy crackled and arced toward the conjurer, striking his chest with enough force to send him sprawling. He didn't get back up.

The ground beneath them shuddered violently.

Cracks raced outward from the Titan's massive corpse in the distance.

Damian's pulse spiked. The battlefield's destabilizing.

"Selena, we need to move!"

She swayed on her feet. "Can't…"

Damian cursed and grabbed her arm. "Hold on," he said.

He hoisted her into his arms and sprinted toward more stable ground.

The moment they reached solid ground, the building they'd stood beside collapsed into the abyss.