Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 214: Mission Started!

Warlock Ch 214. Mission Started!

"Don't worry," Cassius replied with a confident nod. "That's our plan too."

With a graceful motion, Victoria extended her hand, and the air in front of them twisted as she conjured another portal. "Go," she urged, " I will catch up with you. Seraphis will need good bait and I need to join him soon."

And they didn't need to be told twice.

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The trio stepped through the portal, the world on the other side materializing around them with dizzying speed. They found themselves in a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of moss and earth. The underbrush was thick underfoot, damp and springy, absorbing their footsteps as they moved cautiously forward. The forest was eerily silent except for the occasional distant call of a night creature.

Ahead, the forest began to thin, revealing the outline of Varak's manor in the distance. It was a structure straight out of a dark fairytale, towering spires reaching toward the sky like the fingers of a sorcerer casting a spell. The walls were made of dark stone, ivy creeping up its sides like serpents winding their way to the heavens. The manor stood on a slight rise, dominating the landscape around it, its presence oppressive and foreboding.

Once they neared the edge of the forest, Evelyn paused, her hand raising to signal them to stop. "Should we wait?" she whispered, her eyes on the manor where they could see shadows moving. It seemed that Varak and his troops were somehow anticipating an attack, their movements orderly and defensive.

Damian glanced toward the manor, noting the increased activity. "It looks like they're ready for a party," he murmured, a hint of annoyance flickering across his face. His gaze then shifted skyward, watching for the signal from Seraphis.

At that moment, the quiet of the evening was shattered by the distant sound of chaos—shouts, the clash of weapons. Seraphis and his vampire troops had launched their surprise attack on the front gates, but from the sounds of it, the enemy was putting up a strong resistance.

Damian's hand went subconsciously to the pouch on his belt, feeling the shape of the silence stones through the fabric. Beside him, Evelyn and Cassius were also making mental inventories of their supplies—stamina potions, mana potions, health potions, along with their escape crystals. Communication wouldn't be an issue.

"Hopefully, Victoria's playing her part," Cassius noted, his voice low, checking the magical defenses around them with a flick of his wrist, a subtle glow emanating from his fingers—a warlock's sight. "Varak won't be able to resist focusing on her, which should give us the opening we need."

"Right," Damian agreed. "Let's not keep her waiting too long."

Evelyn nodded, her eyes scanning the manor's defenses, noting the patterns of patrol and the placement of wards. "We'll use the second silence stone once we're closer. For now, let's keep to the shadows and use the chaos at the front to cover our approach."

The trio moved forward, their bodies low as they skirted the edge of the forest, using the thick foliage as cover. Every so often, Damian would glance back, ensuring that no one was following them, his senses attuned to any disturbance in the magical fabric of the area. The cool, damp air carried a hint of earth and decay.

They edged closer to their target, the ominous outline of the manor loomed larger, its spires casting long shadows that seemed to reach out towards them.

Damian's thoughts were a whirlwind. Despite the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, he felt an odd sense of calm. His hand hovered near his storage belt, ready to activate a stone at a moment's notice.

Once they reached the clearing that marked the manor's boundaries, Evelyn held up a hand, signaling them to halt. "We're about to lose our cover," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "And I can't sense Varak's location—this place is shielded against probing spells."

Cassius nodded, his eyes scanning the dark windows of the manor. "We might need to split up," he suggested, his tone reluctant. "Cover more ground that way."

Damian felt a spike of irritation. Splitting up was risky—they'd be more vulnerable alone. But Cassius was right; they needed to find Varak quickly before their presence was detected.

"Alright," Damian agreed, clenching his jaw. "Evelyn, take the east wing. Cas, you're on the west. I'll head straight for the central hall. Use your rings if you run into trouble."

With a nod, they each activated their [Shadow Step] skill. Damian felt the familiar rush of shadow energy envelop him, the world blurring for a moment before he reappeared inside the manor, the sudden silence of its opulent hallway enveloping him. He was alone now. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet.

The central hall was just ahead, its heavy doors closed. Damian approached, his hand reaching out to gently push the door. It creaked open, revealing a vast room lit by flickering torches. The shadows danced along the walls, creating a play of light and darkness that could hide countless dangers.

Damian's mind raced as he assessed his surroundings.

[Your Observation skill has failed!]

'Tch!' he clicked his tongue. His [Observation] skill was limited here, unable to penetrate the magical barriers that Varak had undoubtedly placed. He needed to rely on his instincts and his other skills to navigate this perilous environment.

He pressed forward, his steps silent, his senses alert for any sign of movement. His [Shadow Step] had a short cooldown, and he'd need to use it strategically. He paused near a large tapestry, his hand brushing against the fabric. That's when he felt it—a pulse of magic, subtle but unmistakable.

Damian's [Arcane Bolt] was ready, but he hesitated. This was a trap, surely. Instead, he opted for a quieter approach, summoning his [Dark Chains] to immobilize any hidden enemies before they could react. The chains shot out with a soft whoosh, snaking across the room and binding two vampires who had been lurking in the shadows, their fangs bared.