Warlock Ch 343. Time to Hunt
Damian sighed again, shaking his head as he ladled the thick, glowing stew into bowls. "Whatever. Let them keep wasting their forces. We'll deal with them properly when we move."
The shadow servant disappeared as silently as he arrived.
For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet clinking of utensils, the occasional sip of wine or tea, and the faint crackling of embers from the enchanted fireplace nearby.
Damian exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden surface of the dining table. His eyes flicked toward Cassius, then Evelyn, then Victoria, before finally settling on the barely touched Shadowflame Roasted Venison in front of him.
"We need to pick our first target," he said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable weight. "The ones they've sent so far? Nothing but bottom-feeders."
