Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 294: Floating Battlefield [Part 5]

Warlock Ch 294. Floating Battlefield [Part 5]

Damian didn't hesitate. He could already see the warlock channeling energy, his hands glowing with a sickly green light as he traced a summoning circle into the ground. Mana sigils flared to life beneath him.

'Shit! He's summoning his beasts!'

Damian's instincts screamed. He didn't need [Observation] to know what that meant. If the warlock succeeded, his summoned creatures would increase the mana density in the area. The storm would detect the spike and target this island immediately.

They'd be sitting ducks.

"Nope." Damian surged forward, boots digging into the loose gravel as he shot toward the warlock.

His mana surged, crackling through his veins. [Dark Bolt Lv. 8]!

The violet blast screamed through the air and slammed into the summoning circle. The impact shattered the fragile lines of mana, disrupting the spell before it could complete.

This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.

The warlock cursed and scrambled backward, his eyes wide with shock.

Damian was already there. [Spectral Surge]. His body blurred as he crossed the distance in less than a heartbeat. His fist crashed into the warlock's chest, sending him sprawling.

The ground beneath them rumbled in response. The labyrinth had shifted, but now they were on this floating death trap of an island where unstable mana pockets swirled beneath the rocky surface.

Damian didn't let up. He grabbed the warlock by the collar and slammed him into the ground.

"Trying to summon more targets for the storm?" Damian growled. "Real smart."

The warlock's hand twitched. Damian saw the glow of an incantation.

"Not happening," Damian snarled, closing the distance in an instant.

[Dark Chains]

Black, shadowy chains burst from the ground and wrapped around the warlock's limbs. He screamed as the magical restraints dug into his skin, leeching away his strength.

The warlock gritted his teeth, struggling. "You think—"

-CRACK!

Damian's fist slammed into his ribs. Hard.

"Yeah, I do." Another punch, this time aimed at the warlock's stomach. He doubled over, choking on his breath.

Damian smirked. "What's wrong? Having trouble casting? Maybe you should've trained your body instead of relying on minions."

The warlock spat blood, his eyes burning with fury. "Bastard—"

Damian didn't let him finish. His knee slammed into his face, sending him reeling. He had to keep the pressure on.

Meanwhile, Selena was struggling.

The battle-mage was fast. Every strike she threw was countered with a spell-infused blade, his movements precise and relentless.

Selena ducked, narrowly avoiding a slash laced with lightning. Her arms burned from the residual energy, but she had no time to dwell on it.

She threw a handful of [Fairy Dust], aiming to disorient him.

He reacted instantly, slashing through the air with a glowing arc that dispersed the dust before it reached him.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, come on—"

He was already on her again, moving like a shadow. She barely had time to block as his enchanted dagger came for her throat.

"Not bad," the battle-mage muttered. "But not good enough."

Selena gritted her teeth. This wasn't working.

Damian, on the other hand, had already slammed the warlock to the ground, his foot pressing into his opponent's chest.

"Gotta say," Damian mused. "I expected more."

The warlock growled, his fingers twitching.

Damian saw the faint glow of magic forming in his palm. A last-ditch effort.

Damian grinned. "Nope."

[Hellfire Spear] flared to life in his hand. Before the warlock could react, Damian drove the burning weapon down, pinning his arm to the ground.

The warlock screamed.

Damian crouched, his smirk widening. "Yeah, that's gonna hurt."

Meanwhile, Selena sidestepped a strike, her breath ragged. She needed an opening.

She whispered a quick spell. A delayed reaction hex.

Then, she intentionally let his next strike land.

The moment his blade cut into her, the hex activated.

The battle-mage stumbled, his limbs locking up for just a second—

Enough time for Selena to slam her palm into his chest and release a pulse of magic.

The blast sent him flying back.

She exhaled, wiping the blood from her arm. "Annoying."

Damian, still pinning the warlock, looked over at her fight.

"You good?" he called.

She flexed her fingers, watching the stunned battle-mage struggle to get up.

She smirked. "Better than him."

Damian laughed. "Nice."

The storm rumbled overhead, signaling impending disaster.

Damian pressed harder on the warlock's chest. "So here's the deal. We take this island, or you get thrown into the abyss. Your choice."

The warlock glared at him. "You wouldn't—"

Damian grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground, dragging him to the edge of the floating island.

"Try me."

The warlock's face drained of color.

Selena, meanwhile, was already dealing with the battle-mage, pinning him with her foot.

She gave Damian a pointed look. "We don't have time for games."

Damian sighed dramatically. "Fine."

He turned back to the warlock. "Surrender?"

The warlock nodded. Fast.

Selena released her opponent. "You too?"

The mage groaned but nodded.

Damian grinned. "Good choice."

He slammed his hand onto the ground, marking the island as his.

The warlock and battle-mage vanished, jumped away.

Selena sighed, hands on her hips. "Finally."

Damian stretched his arms. "And now… we wait for the next fight."

Lightning flashed overhead.

The storm wasn't done with them yet.

The sky above cracked with electric veins of wild mana, streaks of unstable energy arcing through the darkened clouds. Damian and Selena stood on the rocky surface of their floating island, their breaths synchronized with the low rumble beneath their feet. The storm circled like a predator, choosing its next victim. The wind howled, carrying the faint, panicked screams from another island that was already splintering apart in the distance.

Damian unsummoned his servants with a flick of his fingers. Fenrith and Bloodwing Raven vanished into shadowy wisps, leaving the island empty aside from the two of them. The presence of magical creatures would only attract more of the storm's attention. The island swayed beneath them like a boat in rough waters, unsteady and unpredictable.

Selena crouched, one hand on her wounded shoulder. Blood soaked through the torn fabric of her sleeve, staining her pale skin.