Villain Ch 1839. You Fight Like a Man Chasing Ghosts
Elio gritted his teeth and opened his wings, as well as the others. Yes, they decided to take the battle to the sky.
Allen grinned and did the same.
Steel shrieked against steel, but this time the sound wasn't grounded. It rang high above the plaza, where shattered cobblestones and the corpses of players rained down from the sky.
Their wings blotted out the moon, feathers and mana-scorched air turning the night into a battlefield suspended between heaven and hell.
Elio's blade met Allen's in midair, sparks bursting like fireworks that burned his cheek. His wings strained, each beat a desperate effort to stay aloft under the crushing pressure of the Emperor's aura. Every strike from Allen felt like it weighed mountains. And still—Allen wasn't even trying. His movements were casual, fluid, mocking, as if he was conducting an orchestra of screams.
And Elio recognized every note.
Every rhythm.
Every flicker of cruelty.
