Warlock Ch 86. I'm a Wanted Man!
Damian nodded. It made sense. Cassius was a legend, and if this silver-haired sorceress had that same commanding presence, then she was probably someone who shared that same level of history, that same haunting reputation. But still… something didn't add up. "True," he murmured, a note of skepticism slipping into his tone. "But who is she? And why… why would she appear in my dreams?"
Evelyn's gaze darkened, her expression growing distant as if she was dredging up some long-buried knowledge. "She," Evelyn began slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "is one of the strongest sorceresses alive. She's a master of elemental spells, an archmage who has spent her life perfecting every branch of magic known to us. She's untouchable, Damian. She's one of the elites."
