Dim Light

Villain Ch 1268. Dim Light

Elio forced himself to his feet, his breathing ragged. "You talk too much."

Allen grinned, his blade glowing with dark energy as he lunged forward. The strike was fast—too fast. Elio barely managed to parry, the impact sending him skidding back. His health bar dipped into the red.

"You're finished," Allen said, his tone colder now. He raised his blade, dark energy swirling around him.

Elio braced himself, his grip on his sword tightening. "Not yet." His voice carried resolve, even as exhaustion weighed on his limbs. The golden light of his blade flickered faintly, a reflection of his dwindling strength. He knew the odds were against him, but surrender wasn't an option. The gates, his allies, and the players depending on him—he couldn't fail.

Allen's smirk deepened, his glowing crimson eyes narrowing. "How noble," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But nobility won't save you."