Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 221: Dreadheart Shard

Warlock Ch 221. Dreadheart Shard

Taking a deep breath, Damian followed up with [Blood Manipulation]. The blood still pooling around the battlefield twisted and writhed under his control, forming sharp spikes that shot toward Varak's exposed underbelly. The spikes pierced deep, drawing another pained roar from the beast.

Evelyn joined in, her hands glowing with arcane power. "Don't hold back!" she shouted, launching a massive firestorm spell that engulfed Varak in flames. The beast thrashed wildly, the flames searing its flesh even as it tried to regenerate.

Cassius unleashed a torrent of arcane bolts, each one striking with pinpoint accuracy. "Damian, now's your chance!" he called out. His servants swarmed the beast.

Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, Damian activated [Shadow Inferno Strike] again. Flames and shadows enveloped him as he propelled forward, aiming for Varak's heart. The beast turned to face him, its crimson eyes blazing with fury, but it was too late.

The strike landed with devastating force, piercing through Varak's chest and detonating in a fiery explosion. The resulting shockwave rocked the battlefield, sending debris flying and forcing everyone to shield their eyes.

When the dust settled, Damian stood in the center of the wreckage, panting heavily. Varak's massive form had crumbled, the forbidden power of the Dreadheart Shard finally consuming him. With a final, guttural roar, the beast disintegrated, leaving only silence in its wake.

[You have leveled up!]

[You are now level 110.]

Stats:

Mana Power: SS

Stamina: S

Endurance: S

Strength: SS

Agility: SS

Magic Affinity: SS+

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XP: 0/150,000

Bond Points: 15

[Bloodwell Surge Lv. 2]: Increased healing efficiency and additional 15% HP restored if enemies are defeated during the skill's effect.

[Blood Manipulation Lv. 2]: Larger radius, faster activation, and increased damage scaling.

[Shadow Inferno Strike Lv. 6]: Extended AoE, higher damage multiplier, and reduced cooldown to 2 minutes.

Damian dropped to one knee, exhaustion threatening to overtake him. His hands rested on his thighs as he fought to steady his breathing. His cloak hung in tatters, and his body was filled with dirt, blood, and burns. Evelyn and Cassius approached him with weary steps, their own bodies battered but in better shape than his.

"Good job," Evelyn said, her tone brisk but tinged with respect. A faint smile played on her face, though her eyes betrayed her fatigue.

Cassius smirked, pulling a Health Potion from his belt and handing it to Damian. "Told you to stay alive."

Damian managed a weak grin, accepting the potion. "Yeah… I did." He uncorked it and drank deeply, the warmth of the healing magic coursing through his body. "Somehow."

He barely had time to savor the fleeting relief when a sharp, unfamiliar sensation pierced through him.

- Ba-thump.

It wasn't his heart—it was his Mana Core. The sensation reverberated through his chest like a second pulse, and he froze, clutching his sternum. The pain wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to make his breath hitch. He flicked his gaze to Varak's remaining.

"Damian?" Evelyn's sharp eyes immediately noticed his discomfort. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, still clutching his chest. "I… I need to check something." Without waiting for a response, he activated [Shadow Step], teleporting to where Varak had crumbled.

He reappeared amidst the rubble, the air thick with lingering crimson mana. His boots crunched against the shattered stone as he stood in the eerie silence. His Mana Core throbbed again, a rhythmic pull that seemed to resonate with something nearby. Damian swept his gaze across the area, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the source.

The pull grew stronger, and Damian stumbled forward, clutching his chest as the pain sharpened. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, his voice strained. He knelt amidst the debris, his hands sifting through the remnants of Varak's transformation.

Evelyn and Cassius appeared moments later, both panting from the exertion. Evelyn's gaze darted to him. "Damian, what's going on?"

"I don't know," Damian admitted, his voice tight. "Something's calling me, but I don't know what."

Cassius crouched beside him, his expression serious as he swept his hand across the rubble. His magic glimmered faintly, scanning the area. "There's still a strong presence of crimson mana here. Whatever Varak left behind, it's not normal."

Evelyn folded her arms, her tone clipped. "Normal left the room a long time ago."

- Ba-thump.

The pulse intensified, and Damian gasped, his head snapping to the side. There, half-buried beneath the shattered stone, a faint crimson glow emanated. His hand moved on instinct, brushing away the debris to reveal a jagged shard, dark and foreboding.

"What is that?" Evelyn asked, her voice low.

Damian's eyes narrowed as he recognized the sinister artifact. It wasn't just residual mana—it was a fragment of the Dreadheart Shard, still pulsating with forbidden power.

"The source of all this trouble," Damian muttered. "A piece of the Shard."

Cassius leaned closer, his brow furrowing. "Destroy it."

"Wait," Damian said, his tone halting even himself. His Mana Core pulsed harder, almost painfully now. The shard seemed to resonate with it, as though calling out to him.

"Damian," Evelyn warned, her voice sharp. "This thing nearly destroyed you. Don't let it finish the job."

Damian hesitated, his hand hovering over the shard. He could feel its pull, the temptation of its power. But alongside that was a sense of dread, a whisper of what it could do if he let it take hold.

"No," Damian said firmly, stepping back. He raised his hand and summoned [Hellfire Spear]. The weapon ignited in his grip, its flames crackling with intense heat.

With a swift motion, he drove the spear into the shard. The resulting explosion of mana sent a shockwave through the air, forcing all three of them to shield their faces. When the light faded, the shard was gone, its presence wiped from existence.

"Good riddance," Evelyn muttered, lowering her arm.

Damian let out a shaky breath, the throbbing in his Mana Core finally subsiding. He glanced at his companions, offering a tired smile. "Let's hope that was the last surprise."

Cassius chuckled dryly. "Knowing us? Probably not."

They shared a brief laugh before Damian felt another sharp pain on his chest.