Villain Ch 1752. Opportunists
Red_King muttered something under his breath and finally just flopped onto a nearby rock. "Screw it. Let's not fight the Emperor today. Let's go get drinks instead."
Alex raised a hand. "Seconded."
"Strong ones," another added—Yuna was still breathing hard, her arms cradling a broken tonfa that had somehow survived the fight. Barely.
Rei, the support mage, gave a tired nod. "Anything that tastes like it could set my soul on fire and reset my cooldowns."
Red_King chuckled, turning to Allen with a lazy smirk. "Alright, let's go!"
Allen opened his menu, fingers already moving toward the inventory when—
"Not yet," Elio said.
The pause hit hard. Like a command spell that stopped time mid-cast.
Allen's hand froze.
All eyes turned to Elio, who stood now with his arms crossed, his armor still faintly glowing from residual buffs. His eyes were sharp. Determined. And maybe… haunted.
Alex frowned. "You still want to hunt the Emperor?"
