Warlock Ch 354. Professional Blood Bartender
Damian snorted, a dry smirk pulling at his lips. "I doubt it. Selena is a princess, and Cedric is a prince. They just witnessed how we killed three Rank S magi last night—without a trace. So…" He gestured vaguely, as if that alone explained everything.
Cassius arched a brow. "Details."
Damian just smirked, but he could tell Cassius was already piecing it together.
With a flick of his wrist, Cassius murmured an inaudible command, and the air around them shifted. A ripple passed through the room—subtle, but present. His shadow servants moved through the space like whispers in the void, slipping out of sight as they carried out their master's will.
Damian did the same, his own shadow servants flickering into existence at his feet like liquid ink pooling across the floor. With a mere thought, they understood his command, disappearing in an instant to accompany the guests.
And then… silence.
