Villain Ch 1472. The Devil had A Little Plan
Erenblade leaned casually against the side of the warped obelisk at the Hall of Silence's entrance, tapping the edge of his blade against his boot. His armor gleamed gold and obsidian, freshly polished—probably more for the aesthetic than actual defense. The guy knew how to look the part of a rising star. Around him, the members of Order of Valiance were relaxed, bantering lightly, waiting for their commander.
"Mac and Gil should be here in, like, ten minutes," Erenblade said, glancing at the party chat window. "They're clearing a path from the Nightmare Crossroads. You all know the plan."
"Yeah, yeah," one of his DPS muttered, stretching their arms. "Farm mobs. Pull boss. Hope we get another drop before the lockout resets."
Erenblade snorted. "Hope? We're taking that thing down again. Full clear, no wipes. Just like last time."
