Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 324: Riot

Warlock Ch 324. Riot

Damian leaned forward, voice carrying through the noise. "Hey, dumbass!"

The arena stilled.

The council members flinched.

Damian grinned. "So, you're saying this guy—" He gestured at the battle mage. "—is making all this up? Fabricating the whole thing?" he stated.

The councilman scowled. "There is no concrete proof—"

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Damian let out a sharp, exasperated laugh. "How long are you gonna keep saying that over and over again?" His voice cut through the noise like a blade, sharp and dripping with frustration. His patience was long gone, and honestly, after the bullshit of this whole day, he was one breath away from incinerating someone. "You got a bunch of witnesses! Are we not proof? The princess is alive! She's proof! Me? Proof!" He jabbed a finger toward the battle mage, his voice rising. "He's also a proof! The princess's knight? Proof! And the entire damn audience—all of them—are a solid proof of your nasty plan!"

The tension in the air was thick, like a storm just waiting to break loose.

"How long," Damian continued, his voice cold now, controlled, dangerous, "are you going to deny this?"

Dead silence.

The council looked sick.

The audience?

Oh, they were ready for blood.

Whispers turned into murmurs. Murmurs into shouts. The entire arena trembled with the weight of outrage, magic crackling in the air as more and more people realized just how deep this corruption ran.

Cedric smirked coldly. "So. No proof, huh?"

The head councilman took a slow step back, sweat dripping down his temple, his hands shaking. He looked left, then right, as if searching for an escape.

Damian leaned slightly toward Cassius, voice low, amused. "How long do you think before they run?"

Cassius tilted his head, watching them with lazy interest. "Five seconds, tops."

The head councilman bolted.

Four others followed immediately after.

And just like that— The crowd lost their minds.

"GET THEM!"

"They're RUNNING! THEY'RE GUILTY!"

"FUCKING LIARS!"

The roar of the arena was thunderous, magic surging as people shouted, cursed, demanded blood. The energy was electric, almost tangible, a whirlwind of fury crashing down on the very people who had thought they could manipulate and discard lives without consequence.

Cedric didn't hesitate. He turned to his soldiers, voice ringing with authority. "Detain them."

His men vanished instantly, fae magic crackling in the air like lightning. The scent of ozone filled the space, a brief whisper of their presence before they reappeared in a flash, intercepting the fleeing council members with merciless precision.

Damian whistled low. "Oh, this just keeps getting better."

Cassius grinned, eyes gleaming with delight. "I love watching corrupt assholes panic," he said.

Victoria smirked, resting her chin on her palm. "They should've known they couldn't hide this forever."

Evelyn looked immensely satisfied, her fingers twirling a small rune between them. "The moment they ran, they confessed everything."

But just as the chaos reached its peak—just as the captured council members screamed in desperation, clawing for any last chance to slip away—A sudden shift in the air. A pulse of magic.

The taste of raw power filled the arena, thick like iron, a weight pressing down on the very bones of everyone present. A shimmering dome descended over the entire space, glowing with an eerie, divine luminescence. The council members froze.

Then, in pure horror, they turned back toward the center. Because there, standing at the highest point of the arena, illuminated by the golden glow of the dome, stood Aria. She looked mad. Then, she spoke.

"Those who are wrong must be punished."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it resonated. It echoed through every stone, every breath, every heartbeat in the arena.

The dome shimmered, its magic intensifying.

One of the council members tried to move, but the moment his foot lifted, a force slammed him to the ground. His scream tore through the air, body convulsing as golden chains coiled around his limbs, dragging him back toward the center like an insect caught in a web.

The others? They did not dare move.

Aria's eyes burned like molten silver. "Your crimes cannot be ignored."

Damian smirked, arms crossed. "Damn. Talk about poetic justice."

Evelyn tilted her head. "She's making sure they can't run, lie, or interfere. That's Aria for you."

Damian hummed in agreement, but his voice was low. His gaze remained locked on Aria, her cold silver eyes staring down at the captured council members with disdain. The magic in the air felt heavier now, suffocating, pressing against his skin like the weight of an unspoken judgment.

Cedric's men moved swiftly, their boots echoing against the stone floor as they stormed forward, restraining each council member one by one. The glow of the magical dome reflected in their armor, giving them an almost divine presence. The council members didn't resist. Not anymore. They were trapped, their fate sealed the moment Aria had spoken.

Damian exhaled slowly, arms crossed as he watched. With this, Senator Ralvek wouldn't be able to do anything to help them. No amount of political maneuvering or backdoor deals would save them now.

Unfortunately, Damian was pretty sure Ralvek himself wouldn't be eliminated that easily.

The bastard was too deeply entrenched, too important in the grand scheme of things. He and Aria both held powerful positions in the magic world's senate, their influence reaching far beyond the walls of this Sanctum. The council members, on the other hand, were just Sanctum officials—powerful, yes, but ultimately replaceable.

Damian clenched his jaw, fingers tapping against his arm absentmindedly.

Something else was bothering him.

Something about Aria.

She had helped him several times today.

Not directly, of course. Not in a way that screamed intent. But still…

He felt it.

The dome, the way she'd cut off the council's escape, the way she had so effortlessly asserted control over the situation—it wasn't just about justice. She had backed him up in her own way, even if she hadn't said it outright.

And that made no goddamn sense.