Villain Ch 1710. Testing The Theory
Allen paused.
"Dark arena," he said, eyes flicking around them. "Not what I expected."
"It's neutral," Azura replied, rolling her wrists as she summoned her daggers. The blades gleamed obsidian and silver, faintly humming with status effects. "No water. No shadows. No buffs. Just us."
"You think cursed terrain is neutral?"
"I think if you're strong enough," she said without missing a beat, "it doesn't matter."
Allen exhaled through his nose and let the sword materialize in his hand. Not the twin daggers that would've let him slip behind her guard with speed and shadow. No. He picked what she asked for.
A single sword. Slim. Elegant. One-handed.
The kind of weapon designed for precision. Control. Swordsmanship—not tricks.
It was devil-forged, sure—black metal kissed with crimson edge and a faint, infernal glow in its core—but it moved like an extension of his will. Azura chose it.
