Warlock Ch 386. Sweat And Bitter
The moment Damian stepped out of the training hall, the hallway felt colder—less like temperature and more like pressure. His clothes clung to him, damp from sweat and mana fatigue, the scent of burnt air and exhaustion trailing behind him as he made his way through the manor.
By the time he reached the living room, Cassius was already sprawled across the velvet-lined sofa with one leg hanging off the side and a crystal of darkwine in one hand. Two of the shadow servants knelt near the fireplace, their cloaks still damp from the city's shifting weather. Another figure in the corner flickered out of stealth, revealing a third servant.
Cassius looked up lazily. "You smell like sweat… and bitter."
Damian raised an eyebrow, wiping his neck with a half-used towel. "I just got back from training."
Cassius took a sip. "And?"
"I masked it."
Cassius made a face. "The sweat or the power?"
