Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 346: Midnight Ambush [Part 1]

Warlock Ch 346. Midnight Ambush [Part 1]

Cedric inhaled sharply. "We're pulling back," he said, his voice firm. "We take this to trial. Gather proof. We can't afford to—"

Then it happened.

The air shifted.

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A ripple of magic surged through the alley, cold and unnatural.

And then— The ambush began.

A dark blur shot out from the shadows like a spear.

Marven barely had time to react before his entire body locked up, his limbs snapping stiff as though invisible chains had wrapped around him.

His eyes widened in shock— And then, without warning, his entire form twisted and morphed— Into a giant frog.

A grotesque, bloated thing with slimy, warty skin, his robes stretching awkwardly over his bulging body. His mouth opened in a soundless croak, his eyes wild with panic. Not only that, he also couldn't move.

"WHAT—"

The second hooded figure barely had time to react before the ground split open beneath him.

A yawning abyss ripped through the stone, ink-black tendrils lashing outward from the depths. The moment they touched his robes, they coiled around him like living ropes, dragging him down, deeper, until only his frantic screaming remained.

The third figure managed to move—just barely.

He twisted, flicking his wrist, sending a sharp arc of magic into the air— Only for a massive surge of shadow energy to materialize around his body, coiling around his limbs like hungry vipers.

And then— It siphoned his blood.

The moment the magic latched onto him, he choked. His body shuddered, magic pulsing violently in an attempt to resist— But the shadows clung to him, pulsing like a second heartbeat, devouring the energy from his core.

His knees buckled.

His scream cut off.

Cedric and the others could only watch as the scene unfolded before them— The three powerful figures that had been plotting his and Selena's deaths?

They were nothing in the face of this attack.

The magic wasn't stopping.

The frog—Marven—tried to croak, tried to move, but a secondary wave of runes exploded around his body, locking him in place.

The hooded figure being dragged into the abyss?

He let out a desperate shriek— And the tendrils tightened, wrapping around his throat, pulling him deeper into the void.

The last one— His body spasmed violently, his veins blackened as the shadow siphon continued draining him dry.

And then— The second wave of spells hit.

Darkness erupted in the air, forming chains that snapped across the alley, severing whatever resistance was left in the struggling men.

Cedric's breath caught.

This wasn't just some ambush.

This was a massacre.

Whoever was behind this?

They were making sure there were no survivors.

Selena pressed a hand to her mouth, her violet eyes wide.

Alric muttered a quiet curse.

Cedric?

He barely moved.

He just watched.

Because deep, deep in his gut— He already knew.

This wasn't some random rogue attack.

This was calculated.

And only a group had the resources, the magic, and the sheer audacity to pull this kind of thing off.

Damian and his group.

The one who had every reason to retaliate.

Cedric exhaled, watching the last of the cloaked figures disappear into the abyss.

Selena finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"…Should we do something?"

Cedric's lips curled into a thin, wry smile.

"There's nothing left to do."

Because this fight?

Was already over.

The hooded figures were gone—one swallowed by an abyss of shadows, the other drained to a husk before his body collapsed into dust. The street smelled of burnt mana, of scorched cobblestone and raw magic residue. The remnants of a one-sided execution.

But Marven was still alive.

Alric exhaled, his grip tightening on his blade. "Should we—"

"Don't make a move," Cedric cut in, his voice low and firm. His eyes flicked to Selena before narrowing. "Especially you."

Selena flinched, lips pressing together, but she didn't argue.

Because Cedric knew.

Knew this wasn't over yet.

Whoever did this—whoever orchestrated this attack—They weren't just going to kill Marven.

They needed information.

And sure enough—The air shifted.

A cold, suffocating weight pressed down on the alley, curling around them like unseen tendrils.

And then— Something stepped out of the darkness.

Not Damian.

Not any of his known allies.

But a shadow wraith.

A shadow servant.

A being of pure abyssal energy, shaped into a vaguely humanoid form, its body shifting and writhing like liquid darkness. Its glowing violet eyes were hollow, expressionless, but Cedric could feel the sheer authority rolling off it.

Marven, still trapped in his grotesque, hexed frog form, let out a choked noise of horror. His bulging eyes flicked around wildly, his body trembling as he tried to croak out a spell— But nothing happened.

The shadow wraith raised a single hand.

A pulse of energy rippled through the air, latching onto Marven's twisted form like an invisible chain.

Then— The voice came.

Cold. Detached. Commanding.

"Who sent you to assassinate the princess?"

Cedric inhaled sharply.

'It's interrogating him.'

Marven's webbed hands twitched. His body shuddered against the invisible force locking him in place. He tried to speak, his bloated throat moving as if to croak out a word, but the spell locked around him made it impossible.

The shadow wraith didn't react.

It simply tightened the magic.

Marven convulsed, his slimy skin rippling as the enchantment twisted around him. His bulging eyes widened, his body shaking violently against the force gripping him.

The shadow wraith's voice dropped.

"Who ordered the execution?"

The magic tightened further— And Marven broke.

"Ralvek!" he choked out, his voice warbled and grotesque in his cursed form. "It was Senator Ralvek!"

Cedric's blood turned ice cold.

Selena gasped beside him.

Alric inhaled sharply. "That bastard…"

Cedric's fingers twitched toward his dagger, his thoughts moving at lightning speed.

Ralvek.

Of course.

'It had to be him.'

Cedric had suspected him from the start, but now?

Now they had proof.

The shadow wraith didn't move.

It simply tilted its head, the shadows around its body shifting slightly as if processing the information.

Another question.

"Who else is involved?"

Marven struggled. His bloated form shivered, his body contorting against the hex still locking him in place.

His throat moved.

He didn't answer.