Warlock Ch 438. A Monster
Damian's voice rang clear through the cracked ruins of Haven City. His body stood still, but the weight behind those words made the air shift.
For a moment, there was only silence—thick, suffocating silence that pressed on every chest in the plaza.
Then the oldest senator, a sharp-eyed woman wrapped in pristine azure robes, scoffed. "A hero?" she spat like the word tasted foul. "You sealed a god-tier creature with forbidden magic. Your soul is tainted. Corrupted."
Another senator stepped forward, younger, but with just as much arrogance gleaming in his eyes. "You think that makes you noble? You've bound that monster's power to your core. You're a time bomb, nothing more."
"If you truly care about the world," a third chimed in, voice low and cold, "you'll come willingly. Let the Tribunal decide your fate."
"The Tribunal already failed him once!" Evelyn shouted, stepping forward. "And now you want to do it again? After all he's done?"
