Warlock Ch 96. Second Servant
"Alright, fine," Damian muttered, smirking as he adjusted his approach. "You want to play hard to catch? Let's see how you handle us coming at you from two sides."
"Fenrith!" Damian called, glancing at his loyal companion. "We're going in from two directions. I'll come at it from above—try to get in close and draw its attention."
Fenrith growled in response, his sharp gaze locked onto the raven. They moved in tandem, splitting off in opposite directions, their steps mirroring each other as they approached the creature from both sides. The raven watched them, its crimson eyes narrowing as it tried to track both of them, a trace of unease flickering in its expression.
Damian's mind raced. He knew that if he tried to get close, the raven would simply evade him, so he needed something to box it in, something it couldn't dodge. And he had the perfect solution.
