Warlock Ch 95. Bind It or Lock It Up
The raven darted down again, its beak gleaming as it aimed straight for Damian. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike as the creature soared back up with a mocking caw.
'Wait… this feels familiar…'
The thought struck him suddenly, like a half-remembered dream. It wasn't his memory, not entirely, but a strange fragment, a voice from somewhere deep within his mind. A voice that didn't belong to him, yet it felt… familiar.
'You know what? If I can't fly, I'll bring it down. If it's too fast, I just need to bind it… or lock it up.'
The words echoed in his mind, the tone confident, almost amused, like a mentor giving a lesson. The voice wasn't his own, but the hint was enough to ignite a spark in his mind.
"Bind it… or lock it up," he murmured, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew exactly what to do.
