I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"What?" Ian tried to ask reflexively.

Of course, it was impossible. He couldn’t even grasp what was happening. Mev’s face was already fading away again, blurring into the distance.

Their clasped hands crumbled apart like scattering sand, and another familiar voice followed.

"I only hope our sacrifice won’t be meaningless."

Amid the crackling noise that filled his vision, the outline of plate armor briefly appeared. A half-shattered visor, and beneath it, a pair of bright yellow eyes, remained comparatively clear.

"Just in case, I’ll say this now, my lord. It has been an hon—"

Before the sentence could finish, Philip’s figure scattered apart, replaced by Lucia’s wide-eyed face.

"I’m going with you. At this point, I can’t be the only one left out!"

Her face faded beyond the noise, and Miguel’s grim expression swept past Ian’s sight.