Villain Ch 1833. I Can't Fight Him
"This is weird…" Shea said.
She stood in the middle of a rocky field just east of Eyon Village, the scent of blood still thick in the air. Her feathers were stained crimson, one wing folded tight against her back while the other still twitched from residual energy. A corpse lay behind her—still warm, eyes wide, throat ripped open by a feathered blade.
Her voice echoed softly over the stones.
She turned to Zoe, who had just emerged from the shallow stream, flicking water off her legs. Tentacles lazily writhed behind her, coiling and uncoiling like they were bored of killing.
"Mine too," Zoe said flatly. "Target eliminated. But get this—they weren't trying to run. They were walking toward Ilude."
Shea frowned. "Another one?"
"Yeah."
The air shimmered.
Larissa appeared next—black mist curling at her heels like obedient pets. Her vampiric aura hit the area with a chill. "Same."
