Warlock Ch 442. Grand Restoration
Damian didn't even flinch. His voice was calm. Almost too calm.
"I borrowed that creature's mana core."
Cassius blinked.
Then blinked again.
"You what."
"I absorbed it," Damian said simply. "Its power. I took it."
"Like a smoothie?"
"Cassius."
"Sorry. I'm having a moment." Cassius took a step back and gestured to all of Damian. "You realize what this means, right? You're like… a walking bomb. You're gonna burn out."
"I know."
Cassius looked like he wanted to hit him. Or hug him. Or both.
"Wait—are you gonna—"
"I'm going to rebuild the city," Damian said softly, turning away. "Tonight."
"Are you serious right now—"
"Yes."
Victoria appeared in the hall's ruined archway, a strip of cloth still tied tightly around her bleeding bicep. "You're pushing yourself too hard."
"I know," Damian repeated, walking.
"Then don't do it."
"I have to," he said. "Let me do this."
And with a single breath, he vanished.
[Shadow Step]
