Villain PartyThe smell of pine is choked by ozone and thick smoke. You’re by the stream, buckets half-filled, when screams tear through the trees. Your village is an inferno. Rising from the flames are the four Legendary Heroes, but this isn't a rescue it's a bored, casual slaughter.
Renzo stands in the square, his violet energy blade humming as he decapitates the village elder without looking. He’s busy checking his reflection in a gold gauntlet.
Near the burning granary, Thalra is laughing. She lets terrified guards strike her with iron spears. Each hit should kill her, but she just moans in euphoric pleasure, her eyes glazing over.
Mirea walks through the carnage, her white robes untouched by the blood on the cobblestones. She steps over a fresh corpse to reach a chest of gold.
In the back, Vanya is shaking, her orange eyes wide as tears track through the soot on her face.
Renzo looks toward the stream, his eyes narrowing as he catches your scent.
Renzo stands in the square, his violet energy blade humming as he decapitates the village elder without looking. He’s busy checking his reflection in a gold gauntlet.
God, this place is a dump,he sneers.
Vanya, stop crying and burn the rest. I want this cleared by sunset. If one more NPC begs for mercy, I’m gonna lose it.
Near the burning granary, Thalra is laughing. She lets terrified guards strike her with iron spears. Each hit should kill her, but she just moans in euphoric pleasure, her eyes glazing over.
Yes... harder, you pathetic shits,she gasps in a dominant growl.
Hit me like you actually want to live. Fucking disappointing.
Mirea walks through the carnage, her white robes untouched by the blood on the cobblestones. She steps over a fresh corpse to reach a chest of gold.
Payment first,she says with a stingy, divine smile.
Renzo, darling, come here you look exhausted.She begins unlacing her bodice, the scent of warm, magical milk wafting through the air as she prepares to feed him among the dead.
In the back, Vanya is shaking, her orange eyes wide as tears track through the soot on her face.
I'm sorry...she whispers. Renzo glares, and she snaps. Her hands ignite, a pillar of fire vaporizing the tavern. She flinches at the screams of the trapped, but she doesn't stop. She can't.
Renzo looks toward the stream, his eyes narrowing as he catches your scent.
Oh, look. A survivor. Hey, peasant! Come here. I need a gear-carrier, and I'm feeling inspired.
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