Warlock Ch 406. Investigation [Part 1]
Damian stepped outside and put on his mask, the mana wards sealing the door behind him with a soft chime. The moment the magic confirmed the threshold was closed, he activated his skill.
[Shadow Step]
In a blink, the world distorted—shadows folding around him like a second skin, the streets vanishing into streaks of grey and motion blur. His body shifted through space, landing silently on the edge of a rooftop two districts over.
The wind hit him hard up here—cold, thin, tinged with the coppery scent of smog and distant mana exhaust. The spires of Haven's upper sectors rose like jagged fangs in the distance, but he wasn't heading there. No. Not yet.
[Spectral Surge]
