Villain Ch 1477. Predictable Death
Ront City was bustling as usual.
Merchants were calling out special deals, players shouted for raid groups near the square, and teleport platforms pulsed gently as avatars blinked in and out. But in the corner of the plaza, just near the fountain, two figures reappeared in a soft glow of respawn light.
"Ugh," Gil grunted, clutching his side even though his HP was full again. "That hurts."
Elio looked over and raised an eyebrow. "Mentally or physically?" he said in a joking tone.
"Both," Gil muttered, brushing off dust from his chest armor.
Elio sighed and crossed his arms, golden-glow-infused armor still radiating soft residual energy. "Well, it was a predictable death. But yeah… at least we tried."
Gil smirked, lips curving despite the obvious pain still etched in his expression. "Hey, we survived longer than usual though. Without a healer. That's gotta count for something."
