Magne was a capable villain, yes, but she wasn’t the strongest either. Even she had heroes she was hopeless against, like this one. But being in a losing race wasn’t as bad as the barrage of disgusted insults from the hero. Typical.

A bead of sweat trailed down her face as the hero stood over her, muttering a slur that made her swallow. Her mind raced to find a way out of the situation, but even when she had come up with a plan she was interrupted before she could act. The hero’s eyes blew wide as a knife lodged into the back of their neck, their breath stopping.