Warlock Ch 347. Midnight Ambush [Part 2]
The shadow wraith raised a hand— Marven screamed.
A pulse of abyssal energy slammed into him, tightening around his entire form, squeezing like an invisible vice.
Cedric's stomach twisted at the sound.
It wasn't pain—not exactly.
It was something worse.
Something that made the victim feel like they were being unraveled at the seams.
Marven thrashed, his grotesque limbs twisting, his voice breaking into panicked, garbled croaks.
"I—" he rasped. "I don't—"
The shadow wraith tightened the grip further.
And Marven broke again.
"The council—" he gasped. "Some of the high council are involved!"
Cedric's stomach sank.
Of course they were.
The shadow wraith didn't stop.
"Names."
Marven shook, his grotesque body shuddering violently. "I don't—I don't know all of them!"
The magic tightened.
Another pulse of abyssal force.
Marven let out a strangled sound, his voice cracking.
Then— He spat out names.
One by one.
