I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 466: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [8] Amael's Decisio



"Vina."

"Vina? What a beautiful na," I blurted, my voice softer than I intended.

The na rolled off my tongue smoothly, lingering pleasantly in my mind.

Vina flinched, her body tensing as if my words had creeped her out. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she watched the fire crackling.

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Right...

Nihil had intentionally kept the truth hidden. He made sure I walked into that encounter blind. But if I'd known the Sins existed, I might've been more cautious before rushing in like an idiot against Durathiel.

And I have no freaking intentions to beco that freak of thousands years ago to begin with! []

I grimaced at her words, painfully aware of how close I had co to death. My chest still

throbbed, the wound still seeping blood. Looking down at it, I clenched my fists.

Durathiel Ruvelion.

The next ti we t, he wouldn't hesitate. He wouldn't underestimate . Sothing deep inside stirred-an almost primal instinct that urged to kill him. It was

dark, insistent, and unfamiliar, as if it didn't truly belong to . No, it was more than instinct.

It was a compulsion, a cursed connection between us.

We were both Avatars of Samael.

The Sins within us demanded a victor, soone to bear the full weight of all the Sins, to resurrect Samael. It all made sense now, as much as I hated to admit it.

Was that why Leon Cromwell despised ? Why he had hunted , killed my family on Earth?

And my hatred for him-was it truly because of what he'd done to my family? Or was it just another facet of this accursed bond, this forced rivalry dictated by instincts that weren't even

mine?

Probably both.

But the thought chilled to the bone.

What scared most wasn't my hatred for Leon-it was the possibility that it wasn't truly

my own. If my actions, my emotions, were shaped by this cursed connection, then how much

of was even... ?

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Cleenah's voice brought back to reality gently. It was rare for her to call by my first

na. I exhaled deeply, steadying myself.

"You're right," I finally admitted.

A year ago, back at Celesta, I wouldn't have hesitated. I would've stord off, reckless and

unprepared, chasing to save my mother without a plan. I was immature back then-foolishly convinced I could handle everything on my own.

But now...

I had allies at Sancta Vedelia. People I could trust, even if it was difficult for to rely on

others because of the fear of disappointnt.

I had ti. Precious ti to recover, to train, to beco stronger.

'Cleenah.'

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'Can you train ? For the next few weeks.'

There was a pause. Silence stretched between us, but I could almost sense the faint smile

curling on her lips.

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