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Chapter 100: Stop Being Dramatic!
Chapter 100: Stop Being Dramatic!
Warlock Ch 100. Stop Being Dramatic!
"Golem, disrupt it!" he managed to shout, his voice strained.
The Stoneback Golem lumbered forward, raising its massive fist before slamming it down with [Earthquake Stomp]. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, shattering the bond between Damian and the serpent.
[Spectral Serpent] took 220 damage.
Freed from the bind, Damian stumbled back, his vision briefly blurring from the strain. He steadied himself, breathing heavily as he assessed the battlefield. The serpent's HP was dropping, but it was still putting up a fierce fight.
"Alright, you want to play with souls? Try this," Damian muttered, summoning his energy once more. "[Dark Dominion]!"
A dark aura expanded around him, the oppressive energy filling the room and spreading to a radius of 25 meters. The serpent shuddered as it entered the field, the aura amplifying the fear effects and sapping its strength with each passing second.
[Spectral Serpent] took 250 damage per second.
The creature writhed, hissing in terror as the darkness seeped into its very essence. Bloodwing Raven swooped down, talons glowing with dark energy as it unleashed [Life Siphon], draining the serpent's remaining HP and weakening it further.
[Spectral Serpent] took 180 damage.
The serpent was on its last resort, its form flickering and fading as it desperately tried to hold on. Damian took a steadying breath, watching as his team worked in unison, wearing down the creature's defenses.
He stepped forward, feeling a sudden clarity as he extended his hand toward the Spectral Serpent. "Enough," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "Join me. Make a pact, and I'll release you from this fight."
The serpent's gaze locked onto him, its eyes filled with a strange, almost resigned acceptance. It knew it couldn't win, and Damian could feel its desire to survive, even if it meant submitting.
Slowly, it bowed its head, an ethereal glow forming around it as it acknowledged his offer.
Damian activated [Pact Creation], dark tendrils of energy wrapping around the serpent, binding it in a shared contract. He felt the bond solidify, a new, powerful presence now linked to him, its energy mingling with his own.
The Spectral Serpent's stats appeared before him, updated to reflect its new status as his ally.
Spectral Serpent <Level 50>
HP: 2,600/2,600
MP: 450/450
Skills: [Venomous Mist], [Ghostly Glide], [Soul Bind]
Damian released a long, shaky breath, his body finally relaxing as the battle came to an end. He barely had enough energy to stay upright, his limbs trembling from the hours of relentless combat. But he couldn't help the surge of pride and satisfaction bubbling up inside him. Against all odds, he'd pushed through Cassius's brutal regimen and climbed higher in level.
With a shaking hand, he opened his status window.
[Name: Damian Blackthorn]
[Age: 23]
[Class: Warlock of Eternal Bonds]
[Rank: E]
[Level: 55]
[Partners: Evelyn Windward (Witch)]
[Servants: Fenrith (Three-Headed Wolf), Bloodwing Raven (Blood Raven), Stoneback Golem (Earth Golem), Spectral Serpent (Ghost Snake)]
Status:
Mana Power: S-
Stamina: A
Endurance: A
Strength: S-
Agility: S
Magic Affinity: S-
XP: 0/20,000
Bond Points: 6
He let out a satisfied sigh. 'I made it…'he cried internally.
Turning to Cassius, he realized that the warlock was already preparing to summon yet another wave of servants, his hand lifted, ready to unleash more.
"Wait!" Damian called out, a note of desperation in his voice. "I'm level 55 now! Rank E!" He held up his status window, almost as if it were proof. His eyes locked onto Cassius, practically begging for mercy.
Cassius paused, glancing at Damian's status window before lowering his hand with a slight, almost imperceptible nod. "Fine. That's all for today," he said, his tone begrudging.
Relief crashed over Damian so hard he nearly collapsed. "Thank you…" he breathed, and he wasn't entirely joking when he felt like tearing up.
Cassius gave him a look that was somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "Stop being dramatic."
"Dramatic? I fought for almost five hours nonstop!" Damian shot back, his voice a mix of exhaustion and indignation. He couldn't even count how many battles he'd been through today.
Cassius raised an eyebrow, his mouth twitching ever so slightly. "Should I make it six?"
"No, no, no," Damian said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll stop being dramatic. I swear."
Cassius smirked, and in that moment, Damian could've sworn he saw a flicker of genuine amusement. "Good. Now, follow me," Cassius said, gesturing for Damian to join him. "You've earned your reward."
"Return," Damian commanded. His servants vanished, returning to wherever it was they went when he didn't need them, Damian trudged after Cassius, feeling his stomach grumble with anticipation. After a day like today, he needed a meal that could fill the void left by endless combat and mana-draining spells. And he could only think of one thing.
They walked down the quiet halls of Cassius's weird mansion. Damian couldn't help but let his mind drift to the meal ahead. He hadn't had a proper lunch, and his stomach growled at the thought of what Cassius could prepare.
"You know," Damian said, trying to lighten the mood as they walked. "I wouldn't mind another serving of those Behemoth Steak Slabs." He smiled innocently like a kid hoping for a candy from his teacher.
Cassius gave him a sideways glance. "Fine. Behemoth Steak Slabs it is," he replied, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes!" A grin broke out on Damian's face as he followed Cassius into a large, warmly lit kitchen that looked surprisingly well-equipped.
Cassius, despite his stoic exterior, seemed to take cooking seriously. Damian settled onto a stool by the counter, watching as Cassius moved around with quiet efficiency. He pulled a slab of meat that looked large enough to feed an entire group, laying it down on a thick cutting board.
Damian didn't say a word, didn't even bother pretending he wasn't completely fixated on the food. He grinned, his eyes glued to the meat as Cassius expertly flipped it over, the sizzling sound music to his ears.
Without looking up, Cassius raised an eyebrow, his gaze briefly flicking to Damian's unrestrained, almost predatory stare. "Can you not?"
Damian blinked, caught off guard, but he couldn't look away from the slabs. "What?" he asked, barely managing to tear his gaze from the food for a second. But his eyes immediately drifted back to the steak. "I'm just… admiring your work. That's all."