Warlock Ch 342. Magic Supplements
It was time to hunt.
But not just yet.
Because as much as Damian wanted to set things in motion, there was one glaring problem—Evelyn and Victoria were both running on fumes.
The two of them had poured every ounce of energy they had into stabilizing the doubles, weaving complex layers of magic, ensuring that their alibis would hold when they finally made their move.
Evelyn's runes were still faintly glowing along her fingers.
Victoria, while still composed, had been drinking more blood tea than usual, her posture just a little too relaxed in an attempt to conserve her remaining strength.
Yeah.
They needed rest.
Damian stretched his arms above his head before exhaling. "Alright. We'll wait."
Cassius arched a brow. "Oh? Since when are you the patient one?"
Damian smirked. "Since now." He turned to Evelyn and Victoria, crossing his arms. "The day after tomorrow. That should be enough time for you two to recover. You guys ready by then?"
