Warlock Ch 433. You're Not Even a God
"Little warlock... burning yourself alive to protect them?"
The beast's chest pulsed with sickly light. "You're not a king. You're not even a god. You're just a broken thing wearing a dead man's rage."
Damian coughed violently, black-red blood hitting the back of his hand. His vision flickered. Mana crackled—but barely. His reserve was low. Too low.
[System Alert]
Mana Reserve: 7%
Status: Internal Bleeding Detected
Warning: You are under the effect of [Soul Burn] and [Crimson Drain]
He floated in place—hovering above the shattered skyline, watching the destruction unfold. Haven was dying. Fires lit every street. Screams, explosions, the stench of charred bone and shattered stone. Magic residue clung to every surface, tasting like copper and dust. It was suffocating.
"I don't care…" he muttered, low and hoarse. "Say what you want. Just… don't touch them."
Xhar'Thul laughed. The sound split the sky. "And yet you bleed for them. Weak."
