Warlock Ch 405. Phase One
The door clicked softly behind her, leaving the room quiet again. For a moment, all Damian did was exhale. Not the dramatic kind. Just the tired kind—the type that came with not enough sleep, half a breakfast, and the creeping realization that today was already shaping up to be worse than yesterday.
He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking slightly beneath him, and lifted two fingers.
"Summon…"
In an instant, shadows gathered at the edge of the room like ink bleeding into reality. One by one, dark figures formed from the edges—bodies cloaked in formless black, featureless, obedient. His shadow servants.
Damian didn't bother standing. He just sat there, chewing the last bite of his half-stale mana bread as the fifty summoned shadows knelt in front of him.
"All right," he said, brushing crumbs from his shirt. "New task."
They waited, motionless.
