Villain Ch 1595. X-Factor
Allen sat on the Throne of Dread, and for a moment, he said nothing.
He just… watched.
Azura, wild-eyed, bleeding from a shallow cut on her cheek, growled and tried to stand. Her daggers trembled slightly in her grip, not from weakness, but restraint. The kind of restraint that came when rage was seconds from exploding again.
But before she could even launch another attack, something massive stirred behind her.
A rumble. A growl. Three heads turned.
The three-headed dragon stepped forward, blocking her with a wing like a giant, scaled curtain. One of its heads, the savage one, roared loud enough to shake the entire battlefield, a guttural sound that cracked the air like a whip.
The noble head blinked slowly, regal and unmoving.
And the derpy one?
It looked at Azura and tilted slightly.
"…Uhhhh, boss lady?" it slurred with a dopey grin. "Did anyone order a fresh slice of 'calm your damn tits'?"
Azura blinked.
Allen nearly smirked.
