Warlock Ch 167. Fight Smart And Don't Die
"Ration bars? You mean the kind soldiers eat in long wars?" Damian asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cassius smirked. "Exactly."
Damian let out a resigned sigh, shaking his head. "You've really thought this through."
"I don't want to hear any complaints," Cassius added, his tone firm. "Not a single one. You wanted power, didn't you?"
Damian muttered something under his breath but didn't argue. Complaining would only make things worse, and he wasn't in the mood to give Cassius the satisfaction of winning that argument.
Then, without warning, Cassius reached into his cloak and pulled out a parchment. It was old, the edges frayed and the surface covered in intricate magical inscriptions. When he unrolled it, Damian's eyes widened as he recognized the summoning formation drawn on it.