Villain Ch 1997. First Round [Part 2]
The dome was massive. Dome-shaped skybox overhead that projected stars and stormclouds, even though the floor was basic. Stone. Simple. Clean arena.
Good.
No terrain tricks. No platform bullshit. Just skill.
Across from them, Sanctuary's team loaded in too.
Five avatars. Sharp. Clean gear. Top-grade tournament sets. Warlord in the middle, just as massive as Elio remembered. Twin axes strapped to his back. His presence was heavy even through pixels. Like someone who made tanking look violent.
Next to him was a lean sword dancer, dual blades. A sniper with a crescent-themed crossbow. A barrier mage. And a wild-eyed berserker with a flaming scythe.
No weak links.
"Alright," Elio said, his voice broadcast to his team. "Same plan. We draw Warlord out. Gil goes for their backline. Jacob, pressure the caster. Sachi, peel for whoever gets focused."
"Got it," Sachi said. Just that. Nothing more.
"Let's win this clean," Gil added.
