Warlock Ch 330. Exhaustion
Damian woke up feeling like death warmed over.
His entire body hurt—not the sharp kind of pain from fresh wounds, but the deep, aching exhaustion that settled into his very bones. It was the kind of fatigue that came after pushing his limits too far, after forcing his mana reserves past zero, after making his body keep going when it had no right to.
It reminded him of how he felt after fighting Malthus.
Except this time?
There were no visible wounds.
No battle scars to explain why his limbs felt so goddamn heavy, why his mana was sluggish, why he felt like just existing was taking too much effort.
And this time, it wasn't just about recovery.
No.
This time, he had something worse to deal with. Because he wasn't just injured. He was on Ralvek's list. Or, more accurately, on the list of whoever had been pulling the strings behind Selena's assassination attempt.
