Warlock Ch 443. The Fae King
"You did well," she said simply.
Damian exhaled through his nose. Not a laugh. Not quite.
He nodded. "They're safe. For now."
A beat of silence.
Then his eyes darkened. "But the senators…"
Aria's lips pressed into a thin line. Her hair shifted slightly in the wind, and when she turned to face him fully, her eyes were sharp again. Focused.
"I know," she said. "They escaped. And they'll come back. But we'll handle them. One way or another."
Damian didn't move.
Aria stepped closer.
"But before that," she continued softly, "we need to spread the truth. About what they did. Ralvek. Marenvell. The ritual. The creature. The seal."
She paused. "Everything."
Damian looked away for a long moment. His gaze traveled across the cityscape.
What was once ash was now stone.
What was once ruin was now home.
People moved again—not in panic, but rebuilding.
