"Then… shouldn't we have more people with us?" Darithi asked, a rare hint of sheepishness in her voice as she shifted slightly, the movement drawing the crisp fabric of her blouse taut across the soft swell of her chest. Cruxius had told her that they would be the only ones present on the train, which was now effectively a massive target for Zone 7.
From what her master had implied, this was the stage for his grand declaration—his arrival as a true supervillain.
So for them to be on that train without any backup was incredibly dangerous. If a collision between the Hero Association and the villain syndicate occurred, they would just become liabilities without the necessary manpower to protect themselves.
"Ytrisia will be enough. And… aren't you with me?"
Cruxius shook his head and finally exited the hotel building, stepping out toward the waiting fleet of sleek black cars. He gave a teasing glance to Darithi.
