Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 321: A Massacre

Warlock Ch 321. A Massacre

Damian's jaw clenched. "You think they'll find something?"

"If they don't," Cedric said, voice sharp, "then that means the council got there first."

Cassius let out a low whistle. "And that would confirm a hell of a lot more than they want us to know."

Damian let his head fall back for a moment, staring at the high ceilings of the arena. He was so damn tired. His body was still running on fumes from the exam, his mind felt like it had been through a blender, and now he had to consider the very real possibility that they were covering up a massacre.

Because that's what this was.

A massacre.

He let out a slow breath. "So what now?"

Cedric didn't answer right away. His fingers drummed against the armrest, his mind clearly working through every possible angle. Finally, he spoke. "We wait for Alric's report. Until then, we act like we don't know a thing."

Cassius smirked. "So you want us to play dumb?"

"Exactly."

Damian chuckled dryly. "Great. I love pretending I don't know shit."

Cedric's lips twitched, but the amusement didn't last long. His gaze flicked toward the council members still trying to pacify the furious audience. "They won't keep control for much longer. People aren't buying their bullshit."

Cassius tilted his head. "You think they'll panic?"

"They already are," Cedric muttered. "That's why they announced all participants were dead. They didn't even bother faking a few survivors." His eyes darkened. "That means they need people to believe this version of the story. No doubts. No questions."

Damian exhaled sharply. "Which also means they won't hesitate to get rid of us if we push too hard."

Cedric nodded. "I'm sure they won't get rid of us that easily."

Damian exhaled through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. "True. They can't exactly make us disappear without people asking questions or killing us since we are stronger than them." He tilted his head, frowning. "But those participants inside… even though they're A-rank warlocks, most of them are injured or out of mana. They'll have a hard time fighting back, and if they are alive, they're in no condition to defend themselves."

Cedric's expression darkened. "Which means they're easy targets."

Damian nodded. "Yeah. And let's be real—those people they sent?" He scoffed. "They weren't healers." He sighed. "There were a lot of high-level monsters. Even in segment one." His lips curled slightly, humorless. "There's no way healers could've made it through that without protection."

Evelyn's voice cut in smoothly, sharp and knowing. "Not to mention, they might trick them."

Everyone turned to her.

Evelyn lifted her hand and made a slashing motion across her neck. "Maybe they pretend to help, gain their trust… and then—"

The gesture was enough to send the message.

Then Victoria let out a slow breath. "Betrayal," she murmured, leaning back in her chair. "It's an art, really."

Cassius shot her a look. "That's a fucked up way to put it."

Victoria smirked, completely unbothered. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Cassius didn't argue. Instead, his expression turned serious, his usual playfulness slipping away. "No. You're right."

Damian and Cedric turned to him.

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Cassius' eyes sharpened, his fingers curling against the armrest. "They're not just cleaning up." He exhaled sharply. "They're eliminating."

Within seconds, they arrived.

Alric.

And behind him, fae soldiers—his fae soldiers, sharp-eyed, dressed in reinforced battle gear.

But that wasn't what caught Damian's attention.

It was the man they brought with them.

A battle mage.

Bloodied, barely standing, one arm limp at his side, his robes torn, his entire body looking like he had barely crawled out of hell.

He should have been dead.

But somehow, he survived.

Alric strode forward, and with one swift motion, he shoved the wounded mage toward Cedric.

"We found a survivor," Alric announced.

The battle mage, swaying on his feet, barely lifted his head.

Damian immediately scanned him—some major wounds but not fatal, not to mention the exhaustion on his face. The haunted look in his eyes? That was real. That wasn't just battle fatigue.

Cedric didn't waste time. "What happened?"

Alric took a step back, crossing his arms. "You'll want to hear it from him."

All eyes turned to the survivor.

The battle mage's breath was ragged, uneven. He swallowed hard, then started speaking. His voice was rough, weak, but steady.

"I failed segment one," he muttered. "I was pissed. Thought it was bullshit. But usually, when you fail…" He sucked in a sharp breath. "You get teleported back. Right?"

Cassius leaned in slightly. "You didn't?"

The battle mage let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Never happened."

Cedric's jaw tightened. "Explain."

The battle mage licked his cracked lips, shifting his weight unsteadily. "At first, I thought I was the only one. Maybe my teleport just—malfunctioned or something. But then I realized…" His fingers twitched. "The monsters were still roaming around." The battle mage's breathing hitched. "It was like… the exam was still going." He looked up, his eyes wide, hollow. "Except there was no goal. No exit."

Evelyn's expression darkened.

Cassius muttered a curse under his breath.

"The others," the battle mage continued, his voice hoarse, "we fought. We fought until our mana ran dry." His hands clenched into trembling fists. "Hours passed. We kept waiting for something to happen. For help."

Then, his breath shook.

"And help did arrive."

The battle mage's body tensed, like he was reliving the moment in his head.

"There were three of them," he whispered.

Cedric's eyes flashed. "Who?"

The battle mage let out a slow, shaky exhale. "They looked like reinforcements. They didn't wear the same robes as the examiners, but they felt official." His fingers trembled at his sides. "Two of my friends—they were still strong enough to walk. They thought—" He swallowed. "They thought they were getting evacuated."

Damian didn't like where this was going. He already knew where this was going.

The battle mage closed his eyes. "They were wrong. They walked forward." His voice cracked. "And I watched them get slaughtered."