Warlock Ch 155. It Reminds of Soone
Damian hissed through his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. "You little—"
"Ha!" the artifact interrupted, its voice smug and mocking. "What're you gonna do, huh? Destroy ? Go ahead. If you do, you'll be a powerless warlock. A pitiful shell of what you are now. Muahahaha!"
Damian stared at the artifact, his frustration giving way to a cold, calculating look. He folded his arms, tilting his head slightly as his mind began to work through the puzzle in front of him. The artifact's mocking laughter echoed in the void, but Damian tuned it out, focusing instead on the pieces of the puzzle that were slowly falling into place.
"You know…" he began, his voice asured, "I've been watching you for a while now, and sothing about you feels… familiar."
The artifact's laughter faltered slightly, its glow flickering. "Familiar? Don't flatter yourself, warlock. I'm unique."
Damian's lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes remained sharp. "Familiar," he repeated, his tone unrelenting. "Your arrogance, your attitude… it reminds of soone."
The artifact didn't respond imdiately, its glow dimming as if waiting for him to continue.
"No," Damian said, his voice steady as realization began to take shape. "Not remind . You are soone. Soone I've faced before." His smirk widened, a glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. "You're the demon king, aren't you?"
For a mont, the void was silent. Then the artifact let out a short, stamring laugh, its earlier confidence noticeably shaken. "W-What are you talking about? That's absurd."
Damian's expression hardened, his gaze piercing. "Is it? Let's review the facts. You've been blocking my mories of the fight—the one where I defeated the demon king. You claim I'm cursed, but you've been vague about what that curse actually is. And then there's my Mana Core—different from any other warlock's, shaped more like… you."
The artifact pulsed erratically, as if struggling to maintain its composure. "You're grasping at straws, warlock. Your theories are ridiculous."
Damian stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Am I? Or are you just afraid that I'll figure out the truth? That when I defeated you and took your power, your soul ca along for the ride. That you are the so-called curse. That you are the reason my Mana Core is the way it is."
The artifact's silence was deafening, its glow dimming to a faint flicker. Damian's smirk deepened, his suspicions solidifying into certainty.
"That's it, isn't it?" Damian pressed, his tone sharper now. His arms folded across his chest as he stared at the artifact.
The artifact's glow pulsed violently, as if reacting to the accusation. Its voice, usually calm and mocking, now wavered slightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about, warlock. Don't presu to know my nature."
"Oh, I think I'm getting a pretty good idea," Damian said, stepping closer. His grin widened, sharp and triumphant. "Or maybe… I did this to you on purpose. Maybe I locked you away in my Mana Core because of your ridiculous regeneration skills. I couldn't kill you outright, so I made sure you couldn't co back."
The artifact's glow flickered erratically, and its voice stamred as it replied, "Th-That's nonsense! Ridiculous!"
"Is it?" Damian's grin grew more wicked, his confidence bolstered by the artifact's obvious distress. "You said it yourself—'we're stuck with each other.' If I'm wrong, then explain why my Mana Core is so different from everyone else's."
The artifact hesitated, its glow dimming as though shrinking under his scrutiny. "That's because—"
"Don't even try to lie to ," Damian cut in, his voice sharp. He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "You know so of my mories have returned. I'm not the clueless Damian you've been toying with. I'll know if you're lying, demon king."
At that, the artifact exploded with a burst of light, its voice roaring through the void. "You arrogant little warlock! You dare to accuse of such things?!"
The space around them trembled, the void itself seeming to ripple with the artifact's fury. Damian didn't flinch, standing his ground even as the pressure in the air grew suffocating. The artifact's glow surged brighter, its energy lashing out like wild tendrils of fla. And yes, it was the sa arrogant voice as what he heard in his vision when he fought the demon king.
"You think you're clever?" the artifact snarled, its voice booming with rage. "You think you've pieced it all together, but you know nothing! NOTHING! You're just a reckless fool, dabbling in powers you can't possibly understand!"
Damian's smirk didn't waver, though he could feel the raw energy pressing against him, threatening to overwhelm him. But it was his energy and it couldn't destroy him. "You're getting awfully defensive for soone who claims I'm wrong."
"Defensive?!" the artifact roared. "You've forced my hand, you insolent wretch! I should've destroyed you the mont you dared to challenge !"
"Destroy ?" Damian laughed, the sound cutting through the artifact's tirade like a blade. "You can't destroy , rember? You're stuck with , just like I'm stuck with you. That's what's got you so mad, isn't it? That I beat you and left you like this."
The artifact's glow flared brighter, its rage palpable. "You don't know the first thing about what you've done! Do you think locking away was a victory? Do you think you're safe because I'm bound to you? FOOL! You've dood yourself!"
"Dood myself?" Damian echoed, his tone dripping with mockery. "If I'm so dood, then why haven't you taken control? Why haven't you overpowered ? Could it be that you can't?"
"ENOUGH!" the artifact bellowed, its energy surging toward Damian like a tidal wave. The force slamd into him, but he managed to stay on his feet. He didn't even budge since it was all his power. The void around them seed to ripple violently.
Damian gritted his teeth, his Mana flaring instinctively as he braced against the onslaught. "Oh, hit a nerve, did I?"
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