Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 295: Floating Battlefield [Part 6]

Warlock Ch 295. Floating Battlefield [Part 6]

Damian glanced at her. "Let me check that."

Selena shook her head, biting her lip as she pried the cork off the bottle. "It's fine."

"That's a deep cut. You're losing more blood than you realize."

"I said it's fine." She took a deep breath and tipped a potion from her stash over the wound. The liquid hissed as it touched her skin, and she winced but didn't cry out. The wound began knitting itself closed, though the exhaustion remained in her eyes.

Damian crossed his arms. "You're stubborn."

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"I'm a fae princess. Stubbornness comes with the territory." She sat back with a huff, her gaze flicking toward the swirling storm overhead. "How many do you think are left?"

Damian closed his eyes briefly, activating [Observation] to scan the surrounding mana signatures.

"…Twelve," he muttered after a moment. "No. Eleven now. One of them just got fried by his opponent's flame."

Selena grimaced. "Brutal."

"Yeah, well… it's an S-rank exam." Damian ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "You don't get the fancy title without a little death hanging in the air."

Selena exhaled shakily and looked toward the island floating closest to them. There were three mages locked in combat over it—a woman in crimson robes wielding twin flame whips, a tall figure in obsidian armor casting gravity magic, and a cloaked warlock surrounded by swirling shards of ice. Their spells collided with deafening cracks, shaking the already unstable island.

"They're going to destroy that thing," Damian said, watching the battle. "Whoever loses is going to try jumping here."

Selena shifted into a defensive stance. "Then we make sure they don't."

"WARNING: MANA STORM INCOMING!"

The ground vibrated again. A second later, the island across from them fractured, a jagged crack running through its center. The mages paused in their fight, realizing the storm had chosen them.

"No choice now," Damian muttered. "They're coming."

Sure enough, the gravity mage fell first, blasted backward by a whip of flame. He hit the ground hard and scrambled toward the edge. The warlock was right behind him, bleeding but determined, already sprinting toward Damian and Selena's island. The flame-wielder, now the dominant force on the collapsing island, unleashed a fiery blast at both of them as she ran.

"Brace!" Damian barked.

[Shadow Barrier] flared into place just as the fireball hit. The impact shook the island, splinters of rock flying into the air. The barrier held.

Selena raised her hands, greenish-blue magic crackling between her fingers. Fairy dust swirled in the air. "I've got the gravity guy. You handle the warlock."

"On it."

The three desperate mages launched themselves toward their island at the same time. Damian saw the panic in their eyes—exhausted contestants trying to survive just a little longer. He almost felt bad.

Almost.

The gravity mage reached the edge first, casting a levitation spell to slow his descent. Selena fired a blast of shimmering dust toward him. The second it touched his skin, his body froze mid-air, his limbs tangled like a puppet with cut strings.

He fell.

The scream was short-lived as the abyss swallowed him.

"Nice shot," Damian called.

The warlock was next. He conjured a [Shadow Lance] mid-leap and hurled it at Damian.

[Infernal Javelins] flared into existence around Damian in response. He launched three simultaneously. The fiery spears met the lance in midair, shattering it with a hiss of steam. The warlock twisted in the air, attempting to redirect his trajectory toward the island.

Damian raised a hand. [Dark Chains] shot up from the ground, lashing around the warlock's ankle.

"Nope," Damian muttered, and yanked.

The warlock crashed into the island's edge, his body half-hanging over the abyss. Damian walked over and crouched beside him.

"Sorry, buddy," he said with mock sympathy. "Only room for two here."

He snapped his fingers.

The chains retracted, dragging the warlock into the void.

Selena didn't react to the sound of his scream. She was focused on the final contestant—the flame-wielder—who was now mid-air, summoning a protective sphere around herself.

"Burning Shield," Selena muttered. "She's trying to ram us."

Damian's eyes glinted. "Let her try."

The flaming sphere surged forward, crackling with unstable energy. Damian planted his feet and thrust his hands out. [Void Rift] erupted in front of the island. The sphere collided with it—and instantly slowed.

The flame-wielder screamed in frustration, fighting against the magical drag. Selena wasted no time. She released a burst of condensed fairy dust. The glowing particles drilled through the weakened shield, shattering it in a blinding explosion.

The woman's momentum stopped. She flailed, weightless.

Selena made a simple gesture.

The magic around the woman shattered completely. Gravity took over. She fell with an echoing shriek into the storm-ridden abyss below.

Selena exhaled shakily. "That was…"

"Fun?" Damian asked, panting.

"Terrifying."

"Same thing."

The storm shifted overhead, tendrils of mana curling inward. The remaining islands groaned as the winds intensified.

Selena's gaze darted to Damian. "I think this means—"

The voice of the announcer cut through the air.

"The final eight have been decided. Prepare for transfer."

The ground beneath their feet glowed with intricate runes, casting pale blue light onto their skin. Selena took an instinctive step toward Damian as the energy crackled louder.

"Hold on," Damian said, grabbing her wrist.

The island shuddered beneath them. The sky split open.

And in the next instant, they vanished.

The world twisted around Damian and Selena as the teleportation magic yanked them through space. The sensation was disorienting—like being pulled through a swirling tunnel of icy wind and electric static. When their feet finally touched solid ground again, Damian stumbled slightly, catching himself with a well-timed step.

The waiting room materialized around them, familiar yet different. This one was larger, with high, arched ceilings that shimmered faintly with protective runes. The walls were a polished obsidian that seemed to drink in the surrounding light, and tables of food and drink were arranged in a neat semicircle. The aroma of roasted meat and spiced fruit wafted through the air, mixing with the sharp tang of mana residue.