Warlock Ch 456. Public Execution
His mouth kept moving, even as more chains wrapped around his limbs, his throat, his aura. They were trying to choke the words out of him before the truth burned through the silence.
But it was too late.
Everyone heard it.
And Damian didn't even move.
Because Belmonte had done everything he needed.
And then—
A sudden spike of magical pressure.
A sharp chant. Three voices, in perfect sync.
The senators acted.
Not to contain him. Not to save anyone.
To execute.
A lance of searing white-hot energy tore through Belmonte's chest—clean, silent, devastating. A tribunal-sanctioned kill spell. No blood. No mess. Just a sharp twist of light that burned through the core and silenced everything.
Belmonte's body jerked once in the air.
Then dropped.
Dead before he hit the floor.
Everyone stood.
Everyone stared.
And the silence that followed wasn't shock.
It was calculation.
They'd silenced him.
Damian just watched them. Calm. Unmoving.
