Out of The Frying Pan, Straight Into The Fire

Warlock Ch 106. Out of The Frying Pan, Straight Into The Fire

Damian ignored him, his mind racing. If he could create a new skill—something that didn't rely on his locked mana reserves—it might work. Creating a skill was fundamentally different from casting one. Casting required energy output which he couldn't do due to these chains. Creating came from within, a deep understanding of his abilities and how to shape them into something new.

He thought back to Cassius, to the way he moved with an almost supernatural fluidity, appearing and disappearing like a shadow. 'Something like that. A teleportation skill.' It was a long shot, but it was all he had.

He closed his eyes, focusing inward, tuning out Malthus's voice and the oppressive drain of the Mana Core shackles. The warlock mark on the back of his hand began to glow faintly, pulsing with an energy he hadn't felt before. He latched onto it, concentrating harder than he ever had.