Villain Ch 1639. Brotherhood, Courage, Sacrifice…
Allen blinked.
He wasn't expecting this much screen time.
The devs were really milking it.
The montage painted Alex as some tragic frontline saint—desperately hurling buffs, casting radiant circles, screaming for players to hold the line as hell broke open around him.
Barrier after barrier. Hands glowing. Light surging.
The mana bar flashed red. Overheated. And still he moved.
To shield others.
To protect them.
Allen watched as monsters—his monsters—flooded from the breach.
The devs had slowed the footage again—focus locked on Alex's face as he staggered, nearly collapsing, lips moving in exhausted prayer.
Players screamed in the background. They were dragging each other. Dying beside him. One tank went to cover Alex's blind side with no shield—just raw desperation.
Someone shouted his name, but he didn't stop.
The comments started popping in real-time overlay.
HolyFlash: He's holding the damn line!
