Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 307. Beyond Saving

'No. Not enough…'

Damian's jaw clenched. He whipped his gaze to his Golem.

"Golem!"

The massive construct obeyed instantly, moving with surprising speed. It reached down, scooped Selena up in its massive stone hand, and— THREW HER.

Gasps rippled through the audience as Selena's unconscious body soared through the air.

Damian's muscles tensed.

One shot.

He caught her and held her tight against his chest.

His Golem crumbled into dust, its task complete.

No time to react.

Damian didn't hesitate.

The massive, dark-feathered bird screeched, beating its wings furiously as it shot through the air. The wind howled against Damian's ears, Selena limp in his arms, her breath shallow.

'Hold on, Princess.'

His eyes zeroed in on Cassius and Evelyn.

They were already causing chaos.

The audience was a mess—some standing, some shifting nervously in their seats, voices rising in anxious murmurs. No one knew what the hell was happening, but they could tell things were spiraling out of control.

Two of the examiners' personal guards weren't standing anymore.

Nope.

They were croaking.

Because they were now tiny, pathetic, dog-sized frogs.

One of them was hopping around frantically, his armor clanking against the stone floor with every desperate movement. The other just sat there, eyes wide and bulging, like he couldn't believe what the hell had just happened to him.

Evelyn's Hex.

Yeah. That checked out.

Meanwhile, Cassius had an entirely different kind of chaos brewing.

One side of the council's platform was warping, distorting in on itself, dark tendrils writhing like living shadows, curling around the marble floors, the seats—dragging everything into a growing abyss.

The council members on that side were scrambling, some jumping back, others clutching the arms of their chairs like that would somehow save them.

It wouldn't.

Cassius was getting ready to drop the entire damn section into the void.

A smart move.

A terrifying move.

Because if he actually let go? That part of the arena would just stop existing.

And that would be a problem.

For them.

Not for Cassius.

Damian didn't have time to admire the carnage.

His Raven dove, cutting through the air like a black blur.

He didn't slow down.

Didn't hesitate.

He hit the ground hard, boots scraping against the polished stone as Raven dissolved into thick, curling smoke.

The impact should've hurt.

Should've knocked the wind out of him.

But adrenaline was doing its job.

Damian barely even felt it.

"We need healers! NOW!" His voice boomed across the arena.

The second the words left his mouth, Aria's cold gaze snapped toward him.

Then to Selena.

Her expression didn't change. Not even a flicker of concern.

She frowned. Not in worry. Not in hesitation. Just… indifference. "She's beyond saving."

Her voice was flat. Absolute. Like she was making a simple observation.

Like Selena's life didn't matter.

Damian's blood boiled.

'No… No, she's not. Not yet.'

His teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached.

He whipped his head toward her, his voice sharp, unwavering.

"We can still save her."

His grip on Selena tightened. His own heartbeat thundered in his ears, but hers— hers was weak. Too weak.

They had minutes. Minutes!

He turned back to the council, eyes burning, chest heaving.

"Where are the healers?!"

Silence.

They didn't answer. They just… exchanged glances. Like this was some fucking casual discussion instead of a dying woman in his arms.

Then, finally, one of them—a smug bastard in deep blue robes—sighed like Damian was asking for something as trivial as a drink of water.

With a lazy wave of his hand, he said, "Just leave it to the examiners. They know what to do."

Damian froze. That tone. That casual dismissal.

Lies!

They wanted this.

They wanted Selena dead.

They had orchestrated everything.

The assassins. The poison. The entire fucking duel.

It was never about the exam. It was about getting rid of her.

Damian's stomach twisted. Giving her to them would be the same as putting a blade to her throat himself. But he couldn't say that. Not without proof.

His breath came sharp, uneven. Not out of exhaustion. Not out of fear. But out of pure, burning rage. He needed to do something.

"No." His voice was steady. Dangerous.

"Just tell me where the healers are!"

Another council member sighed, annoyed.

"They're on the way."

Damian's heart stopped.

'On the way?' he thought. 'ON. THE. WAY?!' he screamed internally.

His breath came short. He gripped Selena tighter, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. They didn't have time.

She needed help NOW. Every second was another stolen from her life.

His vision blurred with rage. "You don't have medics for this damn exam?!"

Another council member, older, with a hard-lined face, scoffed.

"Rank S is only for those who won't fall even when alone." His voice was calm. Cold. Unbothered. "No medics. No assistance. Death means death. We make everything the same as the real battlefield."

The words hit Damian like ice.

'Oh… Oh!' This was normal to them.

The fae princess dying was normal to them.

His fists tightened. Useless. All of them! Arguing with them was like screaming at a wall. And every second wasted was another second stolen from Selena's life.

He had one choice left. Find another way. Now!

Damian's heart pounded like a war drum, his mind racing. The bastards weren't going to lift a damn finger. They were just going to stand there, watching, waiting, like this was all some sort of game.

He tightened his grip around Selena's limp body, his jaw clenching so hard it hurt. Her breathing was shallow, her pulse faint. Time was slipping through his fingers, and he wasn't about to just stand here and let them steal what little she had left.

He turned to Cassius and Evelyn sharply. Cassius had murder in his eyes. He was ready to unleash hell. Evelyn's fingers twitched, her lips curling—already weaving another Hex.

Yeah. They were one second away from doing something extreme.