Villain Ch 1486. You Beat a Tower Not Me
The emperor's words weren't shouted. They didn't echo across the plaza like a spell. No, the Devil Emperor didn't need theatrics to command attention. His voice was calm, deliberate—laced with quiet threat and absolute certainty. Like he knew something the rest of them hadn't figured out yet.
And damn if it didn't work.
Arcana stood frozen, his hand still half-raised from telling his guild not to attack. He was watching the man—no, the thing—that had once ruled Ront City with an iron grip and a smirk. And now he was just standing there, like this was his stage and the world had merely borrowed it for a little while.
"You've got some nerve showing your face," Gil growled, his fingers twitching near the hilt of his weapon.
The Devil Emperor turned his head slightly, eyes glinting like molten amber. "I could say the same. But you came into my city first."
