Warlock Ch 391. Manaless Commander [Part 4]
Ryven shoved him forward. "Go! Head for the perimeter beacon! You see the red rune, don't look back!"
The man didn't argue.
He ran.
Ryven turned back toward the courtyard.
He didn't expect to win.
He just wanted to see him.
One more time.
So he pulled his last weapon.
A dagger—small, but sharp, wrapped in an enchantment to cut through veil magic.
He held it like a lifeline.
"You want me?" he growled, blood dripping from his mouth. "Come on then. No more hiding."
The shadows answered.
Not with a voice.
With silence.
And then—
[Infernal Javelins]
A hundred spears of flame and darkness materialized in the sky above the courtyard, circling like vultures.
They didn't come down at once.
They watched.
Like him.
Ryven swallowed.
"You bastard," he whispered. "You're playing with us."
One javelin fell.
It didn't aim for him.
It chased the fleeing merc.
Ryven turned, mouth open to shout—
But it was too late.
