Warlock Ch 31. You Have No Right To Judge Me!
Damian found himself drifting in that dream again. He stood in front of that artifact—the same one that had haunted his dream last night. But that thing looked different. But tonight, it changed even more dramatically.
Now, there was a carving on its surface, something new—a three-headed wolf. Damian's stomach tightened as he recognized the symbol. It looked eerily similar to Fenrith. The carving was detailed, precise, almost too perfect, like it was meant to be there all along, waiting for him to notice.
"What the hell…" Damian muttered to himself, his voice echoing back at him in the empty space around him.
