Villain Ch 1766. The Cold Doesn't Bother Me Anywaaaay~!
"The bridge disappeared just like that," Allen said to Kafra.
His boots crunched over the uneven snowpack, a soft crack trailing beneath each step.
Wind scraped across the cliffs around them, dragging a ghost-echo of Shea's lullaby into the distance, now warped and broken into fragments of sound. No one spoke for a long moment.
Vivian was still catching her breath, rubbing her calves with both hands as she muttered something about suing gravity.
Bella floated a fireball near her face for warmth.
Larissa was unnervingly quiet, eyes scanning the horizon like she was sniffing for blood.
Shea's wings twitched with each gust.
And Jane—well, Jane was glaring at her skeleton minions as two of them tried to braid each other's spine.
Not even a second passed before her voice shot into all their heads again.
