Villain Ch 1439. The Final Door
Silence hung in the air.
They had all seen the same thing. The illusion—the memory—of the head researcher being dragged away, restrained, turned into the very thing she had fought against.
Jane huffed. "I bet she'll be a crazy, high-level boss monster."
She gestured vaguely. "I mean, come on. She has everything a final boss needs. A tragic backstory? Check. A deep-seated grudge? Check. They stole her work and made her the last experiment?" Jane scoffed. "At this point, what could be worse?"
Larissa shook her head, her expression dark. "People in power are rotten. They always have been."
Allen exhaled, his fingers twitching as he adjusted his grip on his sword. His crimson gaze flicked down the corridor, his smirk returning. "Well," he murmured, "we're about to find out. Let's follow them."
