Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 112: Floodgates of Memories

Warlock Ch 112. Floodgates of Memories

"[Dark Dominion]!" Damian shouted, the dark energy erupting from him in a massive wave that enveloped the room. The oppressive weight shifted, turning against Malthus and his creations as the aura expanded.

The Umbra Devourer roared as it was caught in the field, its movements slowing as the energy pressed down on it.

Damian raised the [Hellfire Spear], the flames roaring to life once more. He infused the spear with the power of [Dark Dominion], the two energies merging into a weapon of pure destruction.

Malthus's eyes widened as Damian lunged forward, his movements a blur of desperation and fury. The spear's blade cut through the air, aiming straight for Malthus's chest.

"NO!" Malthus roared, releasing his spell in a desperate attempt to stop the attack. The explosion of dark energy tore through the room, but Damian didn't stop. He pushed through the pain, the force of the explosion ripping at his body as he drove the spear home.

The blade pierced Malthus's chest, the combined energy of [Dark Dominion] and [Hellfire Spear] exploding outward in a burst of fire and shadow.

[Malthus] took 2,300 damage.

Malthus's cry echoed through the chamber as the energy consumed him, his body disintegrating into ash. The Umbra Devourer let out one final roar before it, too, dissolved into nothingness, along with the swarm of shadow servants.

The oppressive energy in the room faded, the sigils on the walls dimming and disappearing. The barrier shattered with a deafening crack, and Evelyn and Cassius rushed into the room just as Damian collapsed to his knees.

The spear clattered to the floor as Damian leaned on it for support, his body trembling with exhaustion. His vision blurred, his chest aching with every shallow breath. He could see his system gave him some notifications about level-ups and such but his head was spinning to the point reading was a hard task.

- Ba-thump!

His heart pounded in his ears, the sound slow and heavy.

Damian's entire body was a battlefield, every muscle clenched with pain, every breath a struggle. He felt like a hundred anvils pressing down on his chest, his pulse thundering as if trying to escape the confines of his body. His head was splitting apart, like some invisible force was trying to tear him from the inside out. He gripped his skull, nails digging into his scalp as if it would somehow stop the chaos, but it only worsened.

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Something's wrong… So wrong…

He couldn't focus on anything except the excruciating ache. It was like his very being was being unraveled, piece by piece. The voices—the voices—they were back. Not the voices of his current life, but something older, deeper, rooted in the past he couldn't place. It was all a rush—memories, flashes of places and faces, of voices… too many voices. They echoed in his mind, crashing together like a storm. Those were the voices who always helped him in the battle.

"C'mon, Cassius. The forest isn't that far away!" the voice said, bright and full of energy.

Damian's grip tightened, his chest constricting as something he didn't understand stirred within him.

"Shhh! This is just our little secret! No one will know we read the forbidden book," the voice, a quiet, teasing whisper.

A soft chuckle followed. "Cas! You should smile more! You won't get a girlfriend if you act like that!" the voice laughed.

'What is this?' Damian thought, his mind reeling with confusion, pain, and urgency.

"Ha! Got you! That mud looks good on your face. That's payback for spraying water on my face this morning!" the voice laughed, a playful snort ringing in Damian's ears.

He felt the ground shift beneath him, as if the very world around him was folding in on itself, the voices coming faster, louder. More memories. But none of them felt like Damian. They were from someone else—someone important. Someone he needed to remember.

"Huh… Why do we have to clean his house as punishment? He's got a ton of shadow servants for that!" the voice complained, a frustrated but endearing tone.

The pressure in Damian's skull was growing unbearable. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his vision clouding.

"Yeah, I'm also shocked I could become a good warlock," the voice said, the hint of pride underneath the casual tone.

"Evelyn, huh? You surely have a nice name. OK, I can teach you one or two about magic, but I can't be your mentor. I'm a warlock, not a witch."

"Wait… I can… use Witch spells?"

"Just keep this a secret, okay?"

Damian's heart stuttered.

"Evelyn… Will you marry me?"

The floodgates opened wide. Memories. Real memories. Fragments, but vivid recollections. Faces of people he knew—Cassius, Evelyn. Places he had been. Feelings that surged through him like waves. A life that had been… hidden. Kaelan Voidweaver.

'Ah… I remember now…'

The name felt like a key turning inside him, unlocking something deep within his soul. Kaelan. That was who he had been. That was who he was.

His breath caught, and he lifted his head with effort, blinking against the dizziness. The world around him spun in dizzying circles, but he managed to focus. His vision was a blur, but through it, he saw Cassius standing there, his face taut with concern, his usual icy composure faltering for the first time.

Cassius's eyes were locked on him, trying to understand. Trying to figure out what had happened. And, in that moment, it all clicked.

Kaelan's memories surged forward, rushing through him like a river breaking free of its dam. He had been a warlock, a powerful one. He had trained with Cassius, fought alongside him. And then there was Evelyn—his Evelyn. Not the stranger Damian had thought her to be, but his partner, his wife. His… everything.

The pain in his chest intensified. His head throbbed like a drum, but the memories—the truth—flooded his mind, flooding his soul, making him feel whole again.

He could see it now. The faces of those who had shaped him, the bond he had with them. Cassius, his old friend, the one who had always been there. Evelyn, the love of his life. All of it.