Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 320: No Survivors

Warlock Ch 320. No Survivors

Damian's mind went completely blank for a solid three seconds before it rushed with a thousand chaotic thoughts at once.

'Shit. Did she tell him that she loves Kaelan?'

Damian forced a laugh, but it came out more like an awkward, wheezing cough. "Haha…ha..." He cleared his throat, feeling the full weight of Cedric's sharp gaze boring into him. "Uh… well. I guess your sister is a bit weird."

Cedric didn't blink. "I guess," he muttered, but the way he said it made it very clear he was thinking about something a lot more serious.

Damian, on the other hand, was desperately trying to not think about the implications of what Cedric had just dropped on him.

Selena was obsessed with Kaelan. And since Kaelan was—technically—him, that meant…

'Oh hell no!'

"So," Cedric continued, tone shifting back into something sharp, calculated. "Either way, I have to take care of this."

Damian blinked out of his own mental crisis. "Uh, yeah. Of course."

"Anyone who wants her dead definitely has grudges against the fae royal family," Cedric added, his voice dropping into something more serious, something colder.

Absolutely." Damian immediately agreed, nodding along. He was already tired of today's shit, and honestly? He was gonna be a yes man for the rest of this conversation. Whatever Cedric needed to hear, whatever let Damian get through this without losing his last few brain cells—he was all for it.

Cedric, thankfully, didn't seem too bothered by the lack of enthusiasm. His focus was already shifting, his sharp gaze scanning the arena like he was calculating his next move.

"Either way," Cedric continued, voice steady, "I have to take care of this. Anyone who wants my sister dead isn't just after her. They have a grudge against the fae royal family. And that's something I can't ignore."

"Absolutely," Damian repeated, nodding like a goddamn parrot.

Cedric barely even looked at him at that point, lost in thought. Damian would've continued his autopilot responses, but before he could open his mouth again, a voice cut through the tension.

"You should stop the conversation right there."

Cassius.

His voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it that immediately made both of them glance his way. Cassius wasn't smiling. That, in itself, was rare.

Damian frowned. "What?"

Cassius exhaled sharply. "You just finished the exam, Damian. And you know your condition isn't exactly stable." His golden eyes flicked toward Cedric. "Yes, he already drank your elixir, but that doesn't mean he's back to normal. You understand that, right?"

Cedric's gaze lingered on Damian for a long moment, like he was trying to gauge just how bad off he was.

Damian did not appreciate the scrutiny.

"I'm fine," he grumbled, shifting in his seat. "I'm just—" He waved a hand vaguely. "—mentally exhausted from all this bullshit."

Cassius shot him a knowing look.

"That is the problem," he said smoothly. Then, back to Cedric, "Give the guy some mercy."

Cedric didn't argue right away. His green eyes locked onto Damian's face again, calculating, analyzing. After a long pause, he exhaled and leaned back in his seat. "You have a point."

Damian let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally."

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Cassius smirked, but before anything else could be said, a voice boomed through the arena, loud, commanding.

One of the Sanctum council members.

"All remaining participants…" the voice rang out, reverberating through the stone walls, "have been confirmed dead. There were no survivors."

Shouting.

Angry, disbelieving voices exploded from the stands.

"What?!"

"That's impossible!"

"You expect us to believe that?!"

Damian felt something in his chest tighten, an unease curling in his stomach like a slow, creeping rot. He muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for Cedric and Cassius to hear. "That's impossible."

Cassius gave him a sharp look. "What do you mean?"

Damian's hands clenched into fists. "At least in segment one, there were survivors. I know there were." His voice was low, but firm. "Some people were left behind. They weren't dead. They just didn't move forward to the next stage."

Cedric's expression darkened immediately.

"And segment two?" Cassius asked, his voice unreadable.

Damian's brows furrowed as he thought back. "We fought for the floating islands. Some did fall, sure, but those who fell from the islands—" He inhaled sharply. "They shouldn't have died." His jaw clenched. "Because there should've been some kind of safety measure, right?" His eyes flicked toward the council members, who were clearly struggling to keep control of the situation. "A teleportation rune. A barrier. Something to send them back to their starting point or something."

Cedric's gaze sharpened. "And you're saying that didn't happen?"

Damian's stomach churned. He didn't know for sure. He hadn't seen what happened after the fights moved forward.

But something about this felt off.

Way off.

"This isn't right," Cedric muttered, his voice laced with suspicion. "They're either lying to us or they've lost complete control over their own damn exam."

"Or both," Cassius added dryly.

Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared down at the arena floor. His mind was racing, piecing together fragments. His lips parted, and before he could stop himself, he muttered under his breath.

"…Did they decide to kill all the remaining participants?"

Cassius and Cedric both went still.

Damian swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whoever witnessed what happened to Selena… or not… it wouldn't matter. Just wipe them all out. Clean up the mess." His fingers curled into his palms, his nails digging into his skin. "This is just a guess, of course. But… they could've done it. They could've gone that far."

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Cedric exhaled slowly, like he had already run through the same conclusion in his mind. His eyes flickered with something dark. "It could have happened," he admitted. "I've thought about that." He straightened, his posture rigid with quiet anger. "That's why I asked Alric to evacuate anyone they come across. And any evidence they find."