Ticket to Rank A

Warlock Ch 168. Ticket to Rank A

The battle raged on. Damian fought like a man possessed, his body moving with the efficiency of hard-earned instincts and the desperation of someone who knew the stakes. The Behemoth was a mountain of fury, its massive claws tearing through the air with deadly intent, its earth-shaking roars sending tremors through the hall. Every moment felt like a knife's edge, a thin line between survival and oblivion.

Damian's muscles screamed in protest, his mana reserves dipping as he unleashed spell after spell, each one landing with varying degrees of success. The gap between their levels was like a chasm. It was a hard reminder that no matter how skilled he was, sheer power often trumped experience.