Warlock Ch 408. Corrupted SS Warlock
Waited.
One breath.
Two.
They followed.
Three stepped in behind him from the alley entrance. Two more cut him off from the opposite end.
Damian didn't turn.
He didn't need to.
He raised one hand and whispered, "[Dark Chains]."
Shadowy tendrils exploded from the floor beneath the feet of the two closest enemies behind him, wrapping around their legs like serpents and yanking them down with bone-snapping force. Their bodies slammed into the ground with a dull thud, muffled by the enchanted dirt and trash below.
Before the other three could shout, Damian flicked two fingers toward the ones behind.
[Curse of Agony]
The air shimmered with red sigils as the curse took hold.
The two bound enemies writhed silently—mouths wide open, gasping for a scream that wouldn't come. The spell warped their nervous system, lighting every nerve on fire from the inside out. One clawed at his own face. The other twitched until he stopped moving entirely.
