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Chapter 94: Out of The Picture
Chapter 94: Out of The Picture
Warlock Ch 94. Out of The Picture
Damian let out a slow, resigned sigh. "Alright, sounds like a good way out."
A hint of approval glinted in Cassius's eyes, though he said nothing. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice softening. "Good. This isn't just about gathering power—it's about loyalty, about knowing who you can truly trust when things get dark. Because those who stand with you now will define the battles you fight. Servants are the warlock's best allies."
Damian met Cassius's gaze, his own determination solidifying. They arrived in the training room.
"Alright," Damian said, his voice steady, a spark of excitement flaring in his chest. He stepped to the center of the training room, facing Cassius with unwavering focus. "Let's get started."
Cassius gave a slight nod, clearly pleased with Damian's determination. He made his barrier and reached into his robe, pulling it back to reveal a row of flasks tied to his belt, each filled with a strange, colored liquid. Damian's eyes quickly scanned them, his recent studies coming in handy—each flask was a summoning potion, each capable of calling forth different types of beasts, each with unique elements and levels.
Cassius selected one flask, its liquid a ghostly silver that seemed to pulse with an eerie glow. "This," he said, lifting it, "is Phantom Beast Brew. Prepare yourself."
Before Damian could fully process his words, Cassius dropped the flask. The liquid spilled out in mid-air, spreading into a complex, glowing formation on the floor beneath him. The lines of the magic circle shimmered, flickering like silver flames, and a low hum filled the room as energy built around the summoning spot.
Without hesitation, Damian called out, "Fenrith!"
The room darkened briefly, shadows pooling around him as his loyal servant materialized. Fenrith was a fierce wolf-like creature with dark fur and eyes that gleamed with intelligence and loyalty. As Fenrith stood by his side, Damian quickly checked his stats, his mind racing through his options.
Fenrith <Level 32>
HP: 1,400/1,400
MP: 250/250
Skills: [Savage Bite], [Triple Roar], [Void Howl], [Lunar Blessing]
Weakness: Unknown
'Good,' Damian thought. Fenrith was ready, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of unease as he looked back to the summoning circle. Whatever creature Cassius had summoned was powerful, maybe even beyond anything he'd faced in training so far. The air thickened as the summoning magic intensified, filling the room with an almost oppressive weight.
And then, with a sudden burst of energy, the creature appeared.
A sleek, menacing raven with blood-red feathers emerged from the formation, its wings unfurling with a powerful flap that sent a gust of wind sweeping through the room. Its eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto Damian and Fenrith with an unsettling intensity. The raven's dark aura pulsed as it let out a chilling screech that echoed off the walls.
Damian's eyes widened as he took in the stats floating before him.
Bloodwing Raven <Level 44>
HP: 1,900/1,900
MP: 360/360
Skills: [Life Siphon], [Bloodstorm], [Screech of Terror]
Weakness: Lightning-based attacks and sound-based spells; physical attacks are less effective at close range due to its evasive movements.
"A raven?" he muttered, his mind racing. 'How am I supposed to beat that?'
The raven's HP was significantly higher than Fenrith's, and its skills hinted at a range of deadly abilities that could end the fight before it even began. He needed to be careful, to stay focused. He looked over at Fenrith, who was already growling lowly, his hackles raised, ready to attack on command.
"Alright, Fenrith," Damian said, his voice firm. "Let's go with [Void Howl] and keep our distance. We need to see what this thing's capable of first."
Fenrith let out a powerful, echoing howl, the sound rippling through the air with a dark energy that seemed to disrupt the Bloodwing Raven's focus. But the raven barely flinched. It let out a piercing, bloodcurdling screech—[Screech of Terror]—that made Damian's ears ring and filled him with a brief, paralyzing fear. He gritted his teeth, pushing past the effects, but Fenrith took a hit, recoiling as the screech affected him even more.
"Damn, that's strong," Damian muttered, quickly assessing his options. He needed to disrupt the raven's abilities before it could chain them together. "Alright, no more messing around. [Arcane Bolt]!"
A pulse of bright energy gathered in Damian's palm, crackling as it formed into a bolt. With a fierce determination, he fired it directly at the Bloodwing Raven, watching as the dark energy streaked toward his target. But just as the bolt neared the raven, the creature swerved mid-air with an effortless grace, the attack whizzing harmlessly past it.
"Damn it!" Damian muttered under his breath. The raven's agility was unreal; every move it made was precise, calculating. It twisted and dodged like it was born to evade.
He glanced at Fenrith, who stood at his side, growling in frustration. Every time Fenrith lunged, the raven would simply dart upward, staying just out of reach, taunting them from above. Damian could see the frustration building in his companion, a mirror of his own irritation.
The Bloodwing Raven flapped its crimson wings, circling them like a predator toying with its prey. Its eyes glinted with malice as it let out a sharp, ear-piercing screech—its [Screech of Terror] attack.
Damian winced, covering his ears against the shrill sound. He felt a surge of fear briefly tighten in his chest before he managed to shake it off. Beside him, Fenrith flinched, his hackles rising as he recovered from the stunning effect of the screech.
"Alright, enough games," Damian muttered, clenching his fists as he steeled himself. He raised his hand and fired another [Dark Bolt], aiming for the raven as it swooped down for another pass. But again, the raven dodged, flapping its wings and ascending higher, well out of reach.
'Think, Damian… think!'
He gritted his teeth, frustration boiling inside him. Every attack they threw seemed to miss by a hair's breadth, while the raven continued to swoop down with sharp claws and vicious speed, leaving them scrambling to dodge.