Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 284: Obsidian Council

Warlock Ch 284. Obsidian Council

Damian caught the blade mid-swing with his bare hand.

Selena's breath hitched. "What the—"

Dark energy crackled from his fingertips as he gripped the steel, his [Shadow Barrier] absorbing the force entirely. The assassin didn't hesitate—his other hand went straight for Damian's throat.

Damian scoffed. [Dark Chains] erupted from the floor, twisting around the assassin's arm like living serpents. The assassin thrashed, trying to free himself, but the chains held firm.

"Slow down," Damian taunted, twisting his fingers. The chains tightened, locking the warrior in place. "Let's talk about this. Who sent you?"

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The assassin didn't respond. Didn't even react. Instead, his free hand reached up—toward his own mask.

'Shit.'

Damian released the chains and kicked the assassin back just in time. A split second later, the warrior self-destructed. A surge of dark energy exploded outward, the sheer force throwing both Damian and Selena backward.

The remaining two warriors didn't even acknowledge the loss of their ally. They charged.

Selena recovered first, ducking under a vicious swing before twisting into a counterattack. Her elbow slammed into one's ribs, but again—no reaction. Instead, he pivoted, using her momentum to force her backward.

Damian cursed under his breath. "Okay, now you're pissing me off."

One of the warriors lunged at him, blade aimed straight for his heart.

[Hellfire Spear] ignited in Damian's grip, the flaming weapon searing through the darkness as he swung it in a brutal arc. The warrior barely dodged, but the heat singed his armor. Damian took advantage of the distraction, slamming his knee into the assassin's gut before following up with a devastating downward strike of his spear.

-CRACK!

The warrior's helmet split. His body crumpled.

One down.

Selena wasn't far behind. The last warrior lunged at her, too fast for her to fully dodge. His blade nicked her shoulder—but that was all he managed.

Selena twisted, grabbing his wrist mid-slash. With sheer, brutal force, she snapped his arm at the elbow before planting her knee into his chest and throwing him onto the ground. Before he could react, she stomped on his throat.

He stilled.

Damian straightened, dusting himself off. His Hellfire Spear flickered before vanishing into embers. "Well," he exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "That was fun."

Selena shot him a look. "That was an assassination attempt."

"And?" Damian smirked. "It failed."

Selena huffed, pressing a hand to her wounded shoulder. The cut was shallow but irritating. "They were after me."

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms. "Obviously. There's no way they were after me." He rolled his shoulders, then muttered under his breath, "There's no way… right?"

That thought made him pause.

No, no, impossible. No one outside his circle should know his identity. His cover was airtight. Still, the nagging feeling in the back of his mind refused to go away.

He crouched beside one of the fallen warriors, fingers curling around the fabric of the man's armor. "Let's see if we can find out who sent them."

Selena moved closer, eyes scanning the dead assassin as Damian tugged at his collar. The moment the fabric gave way, he stilled.

A brand.

Burned into the assassin's flesh.

Selena sucked in a sharp breath. "…That's the mark of the Obsidian Council."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing that's bad."

Selena's expression darkened. "Very."

The Obsidian Council. A shadow faction operating beneath the radar of every major governing body. They were known for one thing: eliminating high-value targets. Their assassins didn't come cheap, and they never missed.

Damian whistled lowly. "Well, Princess. Looks like someone really wants you dead."

Selena clenched her jaw. "And they're willing to use the exam as cover to do it."

Damian tilted his head. "So the question is—why and who?"

Selena didn't answer immediately. Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, thoughts racing behind those violet irises.

Damian watched her closely. "You know something."

She hesitated.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"…I think I do."

Damian leaned back, smirking. "Now that's interesting."

Selena exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. "We need to move. If they sent three, they might send more."

"Agreed." Damian straightened, cracking his neck. "So, we kill our way through and get to the next round before more show up?"

Selena sighed. "I hate that you make sense."

Damian grinned. "You keep saying that."

She rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Instead, she wiped the blood off her hands and turned toward the corridor ahead. The labyrinth was still shifting, its stone pathways twisting and rearranging themselves in unnatural ways.

The fight wasn't over yet.

And whoever was pulling the strings?

They moved fast.

Selena kept a steady pace beside him, but Damian could tell she was distracted. That assassin attack had rattled her, though she was too stubborn to admit it.

Damian side-eyed her. "You gonna tell me what's on your mind, or are we playing the silent brooding game now?"

Selena frowned. "I don't brood."

"That's exactly what a brooding person would say."

Selena gave him a look but didn't rise to the bait. "This exam… it was supposed to be difficult, but not this deadly. Even for someone like me."

"You think someone leaked that you were gonna be here?"

Selena's jaw tightened. "…Yes."

Damian exhaled through his nose. "Well, that's just fantastic."

"Whoever it is, they're making sure I don't make it out."

Damian smirked. "Yeah, well, they didn't count on me being here, did they?"

Selena stopped walking. "And what is your deal, anyway?"

Damian blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You're… different." Selena studied him. "You act like a rogue, but you fight like a seasoned warlock. You don't flinch at ambushes. You don't hesitate to kill. And your power…" She tilted her head. "It's familiar."

Damian's smirk didn't waver. "That's a lot of compliments, Princess. I'm flattered."

She ignored his teasing. "You're hiding something."

Damian chuckled, stepping closer. "And what about you?"

Selena raised an eyebrow.

"You're a princess. You should be taking the noble path," Damian said smoothly. "Yet, here you are, slumming it in the commoner's exam. Risking your life like the rest of us." He smirked. "So, what are you hiding?"

Selena huffed, crossing her arms. "I stated my reasons already."

Damian raised a brow. "Right. That mysterious warlock guy." His tone dripped with amusement. "Just because he saved you?"

Selena shot him a glare. "Yes."