Villain Ch 1615. I Hate When They Die Too Fast
Caelum wasn't passive.
He pressed.
Each swing measured, calculated—not flailing, not hopeful. He used his shield like a second blade, parrying Allen's wild lunges and sending pulses of divine energy through the floor.
Allen laughed as their blades locked again.
"Not bad, Grandpa. You practice this in church?"
Caelum didn't speak.
Just shoved.
Hard.
Allen slid back half a step.
Eyes narrowed.
He lunged again—low slash aimed at the paladin's ankles. A feint. Caelum blocked—and Allen vanished, appearing above him mid-air, blade raised high.
"DIE."
Caelum spun and met it head-on.
Their swords clashed again.
The impact cracked the floor.
Allen snarled, pushing harder. "You're not better than that Stubborn Paladin (he means Elio)."
"I don't need to be," Caelum said. "I only need to outlast you."
Allen grinned, teeth bloody.
"Cute. Try."
He spun with a flash-step, feinting again—then slashed diagonally up Caelum's torso.
