Zain walked toward the edge of the BC-3 ruins with his coat fluttering behind him, eyes focused.
Velra stood waiting beside a broken pillar, one heel pressed against the cracked wall, arms crossed casually.
But the moment she saw Zain's expression, her posture shifted.
"…You're angry today."
Zain didn't slow down.
"Where is it?"
Velra pushed off the wall, falling into step beside him.
"Not far. But it's underground."
Zain's glare didn't fade. "Lead the way."
They walked together, the silence between them no longer comfortable but crackling.
When they reached the underground entrance, they could already hear voices.
A group of low-grade villains had taken the area as a base checkpoint.
The largest of them stepped forward, cracking his neck.
His gang hovered nearby, weapons half-drawn.
"Well, well. Look who's crawling through our territory."
Another sneered.
"Ain't that the Velvet Demon? You're getting real famous, sweetheart."
