Villain Ch 1260. Forget Clean Shots!
"Gil," Elio called out through the party chat, his voice sharp with urgency. "Status! What's happening with the other chiefs?"
Gil's response was cut off by an unexpected sound—a haunting, melodic harp melody that drifted through the air like a gentle breeze. It was beautiful, almost too beautiful, and its eerie calmness sent a chill down Elio's spine. His dragon shifted uneasily beneath him, its massive frame tensing as the sound grew louder.
Elio's eyes widened as the realization hit him. "No… not now…"
The harp's melody wrapped around the battlefield like a fog, and players began to stagger, their movements slowing. Some dropped their weapons, blinking in confusion as the sound seemed to sap the fight from their limbs.
