Warlock Ch 395. Stay And Fight
The sting of the river still clung to his bones. His soaked cloak hung heavy over his shoulders, dragging along the forest floor as he limped uphill, boots squelching with each step. His fingers were numb, skin tingling with that post-freezing burn as if the cold had carved a memory into his flesh.
But it wasn't just the cold that got to him.
It was this place.
He paused, eyes narrowing as the fog cleared just enough to give him a better view of his surroundings.
The clearing.
The sloping ridge.
The tall, crooked tree split down the middle by lightning long ago.
Yeah. He knew this place.
A slow, dry chuckle left him. "Hilarious."
He stood at the same damn spot he had, decades ago.
Same forest. Same weather. Same heavy sky overhead, bloated with clouds that never quite rained.
Back then, he wasn't Damian.
He was Kaelan.
Just a guy caught between duty, betrayal and survival.
