Warlock Ch 448. Procession?
A few gasps broke through.
"The famous witch…"
"She's here?"
"And him—he's Cassius, that warlock—what the hell is going on—"
But it didn't stop there.
Next came Victoria.
Not in armor.
In a regal crimson dress that flowed behind her like spilled wine across marble, flanked by three vampire knights clad in black and red. Her mere presence pulled heat from the air. People stepped back instinctively, unsure if they should bow, run, or just not breathe.
Then the fae king stepped out.
Golden circlet. Robes of woven moonlight. His silver-white hair trailing behind him like a comet's tail. Selena followed, her hand near her hip, eyes cold and calculating, and Cedric… well, Cedric wore that polished, princely smirk that practically dared someone to tell him he didn't belong.
And behind them—a handful of royal guards from the glades, dressed in layered leather armor marked with floral sigils glowing faintly under the sun.
