Warlock Ch 458. Power Built on rot Tends to Collapse Eventually
Damian didn't flinch. Didn't smile. He simply looked at the man, unreadable.
"So I heard," he said quietly, tone neutral. "A lot of things have been unraveling lately."
Tellwyn leaned forward slightly. "You don't seem… surprised."
Damian tilted his head, casually brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve.
"I've learned not to be surprised," he replied. "Power built on rot tends to collapse eventually."
A pause.
"And some people," he added, eyes flicking across the empty seats, "were just standing a little too close when the structure gave out."
Tellwyn's mouth tightened. "Are you suggesting—"
"I'm suggesting," Damian interrupted smoothly, "that maybe if your house wasn't full of kindling, you wouldn't be so nervous around sparks."
There it was.
No confession.
No denial.
Just smoke where fire had already passed.
The tribunal shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Because whether or not he lit the match…
