Warlock Ch 108. Fight or Fall
Malthus's laughter rang out, rich and mocking. "Ah, don't look so surprised," he said, spreading his arms theatrically. "Those sigils you see? They're not just for decoration. This room is designed for duels, competitions between mages. No one leaves until one of us loses."
Damian's jaw tightened as he processed the words. "A duel? You dragged me here for a duel?"
Malthus smirked. "A duel. A game. A test. Call it what you like. But the rules are simple: you fight, or you fall."
Damian's heart pounded as he weighed his options. 'Great. Trapped in here with a guy who's way out of my league and his pet shadow demon. Just my luck.'
