Villain Ch 1786. The Execution Field
"Doesn't matter," he said. "If we're in it—then we're going all the way. I mean… this is just a side quest, right?"
No one laughed.
But they all smiled.
The kind of quiet, sharp, knowing smiles you wore when you stood at the edge of something bigger than you expected—when the wind changed and the story stopped being about loot and started whispering to your bones instead.
They nodded one by one.
Weapons in hand.
Jane flicked her hair over her shoulder and muttered, "Unconventional's putting it real lightly."
Bella blew a bit of dust off her palms. "This isn't a 'go fetch three demon livers' kind of mission."
"It's not even a 'kill the boss and bounce' one," Shea added, squinting at the quiet horizon. "It's… piecing something together."
"Hints," Alice said. "Scattered in blood and memory."
Vivian tilted her head toward Allen. "You good with that? Following ghosts, piecing scraps of who-you-might've-been?"
