Warlock Ch 447. Apex Predators
Damian chuckled softly, the sound low, dry.
"What?" Aria asked without turning her head.
He tilted his chin toward the viewport. "They could've teleported us."
She nodded slowly. "I know."
"But they didn't," he said.
"No," she agreed, voice quiet.
He exhaled through his nose. "You think they planned to 'lose' us in transit?" His voice sounded bitter.
"Probably," she said flatly. "Until they realized we brought half the damn realm's powerhouses with us."
Damian let the silence stretch, but he chuckled internally.
Truth was, he could feel it—the tension in the walls, the unfinished spell arrays humming quietly underfoot. Hidden ones. Probably designed to bind, subdue, or erase if they felt like it. He didn't need [Observation] to know. He could feel the pressure. It was like sitting inside a held breath.
They wanted to test them. Hurt them. Break them down on the way there.
