Villain Ch 1785. What Justice Demands
The earth was quiet beneath their boots as they continued forward—no sign of the Whispering Tree anymore, just dying grass and the echo of something that clung too tight to the ribs.
But not forever.
Because of course—this was a game.
And the monsters didn't wait for emotional healing.
A clawed beast lunged from the thicket—a twisted thing, half-armored, half-shadow, with tusks like broken swords and eyes full of static.
Allen didn't hesitate. His blade snapped up in a precise, arcing cut. One clean strike, and it folded in half like rotten paper.
Jane followed through immediately, her hand glowing faintly, only to frown as it sparked weirdly in her grip.
"Ugh. Mana drag again. This field's messing with the flow." She stomped down on a goblin-like crawler trying to claw her ankles.
