Not Dead, Not Dying

Warlock Ch 170. Not Dead, Not Dying

A swirling vortex of dark and blue mana enveloped Damian's body. It moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern, as if breathing, wrapping around him in a protective cocoon. Cassius froze, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied the phenomenon. The tray in his hands lowered slightly, his thoughts racing.

"It happened again," Cassius muttered under his breath, his voice carrying a mix of fascination and concern.

The first time he'd seen this, it had been with Evelyn. Damian had fought Malthus, a battle that should have killed him. The wound on his chest had been catastrophic—jagged, deep, and fatal. Cassius and Evelyn had been certain they were about to lose him. Yet, just as they'd prepared for the worst, the same swirling mana had appeared, wrapping around Damian like a lifeline.