Villain Ch 1265. It's A Game. My Game
Elio's dragon twisted through the air, its wings straining as it tried to retreat toward the gates. Below him, the battlefield was chaos—dragons roaring, wolves growling, players shouting, and explosions of magic lighting up the darkened sky. But the retreat wasn't going smoothly. Shea was relentless, her harp strumming a sharp melody as blade-like feathers rained down on Elio, cutting off his escape route.
"Running already?" Shea called out, her voice mocking. Her wings glinted in the light as she soared after him, her glowing harp ready to strike again. "You're supposed to be a leader. Where's all that bravado now?"
