Villain Ch 1107. The Devil Emperor's Future Or Past?
The others turned to look at the figure on the throne, squinting through the dim light. It was hard to tell at first—decay had long set in, and the once-grand armor had become nothing more than a rusty, tattered husk. But the shape of it, the insignias barely visible beneath layers of grime, were unmistakable. For those who had known Allen in the early days, before they were fully aware of who they truly were within the game, it sent a chill through them.
Larissa frowned, her eyes narrowing. "What? That can't be right. How could it be the same?"
The others, too, shared confused glances. Memories from their early days in Hell's Gate stirred—back when they didn't know one another, when everything was new, and they were confused with their roles. But now, as they stared at the throne.
