Villain Ch 1755. Are We Done Yet?
That was what Elio felt watching Allen fight. That grin, that calm, detached way he tore through players like they were paper-thin tutorial mobs… it stuck with him. He'd fought Allen before. Hell, he'd respected him. But there was a line between respecting someone's PvP skills and wondering if maybe they were born holding a blade, mid-kill.
Still, the Devil Emperor hadn't shown.
Another five minutes passed. And then another. And nothing.
No throne. No system tremor. No giant shadowy presence looming with ominous choir chants and doom-flavored lightning. Just mist. More fake footprints. Half-burnt sigils. Mismatched aura traces.
All garbage.
Allen had called it from the start.
And Elio hated how right he was.
Red_King let out a long, suffering sigh and gave Elio the kind of bored look kids give their parents on long car rides with no snacks. Arms crossed. One brow raised. Pure "Are we there yet?" energy.
