Warlock Ch 95. Bind It or Lock It Up
The raven darted down again, its beak gleaming as it aid straight for Damian. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike as the creature soared back up with a mocking caw.
'Wait… this feels familiar…'
The thought struck him suddenly, like a half-rembered dream. It wasn't his mory, not entirely, but a strange fragnt, a voice from sowhere deep within his mind. A voice that didn't belong to him, yet it felt… familiar.
'You know what? If I can't fly, I'll bring it down. If it's too fast, I just need to bind it… or lock it up.'
The words echoed in his mind, the tone confident, almost amused, like a ntor giving a lesson. The voice wasn't his own, but the hint was enough to ignite a spark in his mind.
"Bind it… or lock it up," he murmured, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew exactly what to do.
"Fenrith!" he called, and his loyal servant perked up, ready for the next command. "We're not going to chase it anymore. Let it co to us."
Fenrith nodded, his eyes narrowing as he planted his paws firmly on the ground, bracing himself. Damian took a deep breath, feeling the mana surge within him as he prepared his next spell.
The raven circled above them, clearly calculating its next move. It screeched, its wings folding back as it dived toward them, razor-sharp talons aid for Damian's head. But this ti, Damian was ready.
"[Dark Chains]!" he shouted, extending his hand as ethereal chains of darkness shot from his fingers, streaking upward to intercept the raven.
The chains wrapped around the raven's wings, binding it mid-flight, the dark energy coiling around its body and restricting its movents. The raven let out a furious screech, struggling against the chains as it tried to break free, but the bindings held strong.
[Bloodwing Raven's Power reduced by 30%].
"Now, Fenrith!" Damian yelled. "Attack with [Savage Bite]!"
Fenrith lunged forward, his powerful jaws clamping down on the raven's bound wing. The creature screeched, thrashing as Fenrith's fangs tore into its feathers and flesh.
[Bloodwing Raven] took 178 damage.
The raven struggled, its body jerking as it tried to break free from both the chains and Fenrith's grip. Damian knew he had only monts before the creature found a way out.
He raised his hand, gathering the energy for another spell. "[Arcane Bolt]!" he shouted, firing a blast of pure arcane energy that arced toward the raven and split mid-air, chaining into three bolts that struck the creature with a bright flash.
[Bloodwing Raven] took 132 damage.
The raven's HP dipped, but it wasn't done yet. With a burst of desperation, it managed to break free of the chains, flapping its wings wildly as it shot back into the air. Damian watched, heart racing as the raven glared at him, its eyes filled with fury.
"Alright, if that's how it's gonna be…" Damian muttered, his hand crackling with dark energy as he prepared his next move. He was done letting this bird dictate the fight.
"Fenrith, get ready to dodge," he called, his voice tense. "That thing's about to pull sothing nasty."
The raven's aura pulsed as it prepared to unleash its next skill, [Bloodstorm]. Damian recognized the attack just as the red mist began swirling around it, expanding outward in a violent vortex of blood-red energy. The storm whipped through the room, threatening to engulf them both.
"[Shadow Barrier]!" Damian called, a dark shield forming around him and Fenrith just in ti. The barrier absorbed most of the impact, but the sheer force of the storm pushed them back, testing the limits of his defenses.
Once the storm subsided, Damian knew he needed to press the attack while the raven was vulnerable. He raised his hand, summoning a concentrated spear of dark flas.
"[Hellfire Spear]!"
He hurled the spear at the raven, the dark flas streaking through the air like a cot. But just as the spear neared, the raven twisted, evading the attack with an infuriating ease.
"Ugh, this thing's driving nuts," Damian growled, clenching his fists. He glanced at Fenrith, who looked equally frustrated, his eyes locked on the raven as it hovered above them, taunting them with every beat of its wings.
Then, an idea hit him—a strategy that was risky but just might work.
"Fenrith, I'm going to need you to distract it. Use [Triple Roar] and keep it focused on you. I'll take it from the side."
Fenrith nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding. He braced himself, then let out three successive roars, each one carrying a pulse of dark energy that rippled through the air. The raven's attention snapped to Fenrith, its red eyes narrowing as it prepared to dive toward him.
This was his chance.
Activating [Spectral Surge], Damian felt his body lighten as his speed and reflexes boosted, a ghostly trail following him as he darted to the side. He moved quickly, positioning himself at an angle where he had a clear shot at the raven's blind spot.
"Alright, ti to end this," he muttered, raising his hand. "[Dark Bolt]!"
The concentrated blast of dark energy shot from his hand, striking the raven in the side before it could react.
[Bloodwing Raven] took 250 damage. Fear status inflicted.
The raven screeched, montarily disoriented as the Fear effect took hold, its movents faltering as it struggled to regain control. Damian's eyes narrowed, knowing he had only seconds to capitalize on this opening.
He quickly extended his hand, shadows curling around his fingers as he prepared to cast [Dark Chains] again, hoping to bind the raven before it could recover. But the raven was fast. Even in its disoriented state, it managed to snap out of the Fear effect, flapping its wings furiously and darting away just as the chains reached for it, the dark tendrils missing their mark by inches.
The Bloodwing Raven let out a furious screech, realizing that Damian's strategy relied heavily on binding it up close. It circled high above, keeping a careful distance, its keen eyes watching him warily.
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