Villain Ch 1277. Goodnight
Allen sighed.
"Demonic Lance."
The spear of dark energy erupted from his palm, streaking through the air. Elio couldn't dodge. He couldn't block. The lance struck true, impaling him clean through the chest.
The world slowed.
Elio's sword clattered to the ground as he dropped to his knees. His vision blurred. Blood pooled beneath him.
"Damn it…" he whispered, his health bar dropping to zero.
[Player Mac Has Been Defeated.]
Allen stood over him, his expression calm and cold. "You did well, Paladin. But not well enough."
[Event Time Remaining: 00:06]
Elio's head fell forward, his last thought clear. 'At least… they held out…'
The faint glow of the city core flickered in his blurred vision, its pulsing light weakening as the sounds of battle raged on around him. Then everything turned dark.
For Elio, it was over.
