Warlock Ch 444. Rites of The Death
Alric stepped forward first. "My king," he bowed.
Cedric and Selena flanked him. The prince gave a much deeper bow, stiff but practiced. Selena did a traditional court greeting—hand over heart, chin dipped, posture dignified.
The king didn't return the gesture immediately. His eyes… were locked on Damian.
A quiet hum rolled from him as he walked closer, guards stepping back instinctively. The earth seemed to respond to his steps, grass sprouting and curling gently in his wake.
"You," the Fae King said softly. "You are the one."
Damian nodded slightly, not sure what that meant exactly. "I am… someone. Yes."
Alric coughed. "Your Majesty, allow me to explain—"
"No need." The king raised a hand. "I can feel the creature's presence. Dormant. Sealed. But alive." He studied Damian's face, eyes narrowing. "You used the ancient scroll, didn't you?"
