Villain Ch 1530. A Candidate For What?
Allen's body cut through the air like a spear of vengeance, the obsidian blade angled down, cloak flaring behind him. A heartbeat later, the others followed—wings spreading, gliding through the misty pit.
Wind howled past them, pulling at hair and fabric, carrying the distant echoes of things moving—things waiting.
They descended in silence, slowing only as the bottom came into view—an ancient chamber carved into the mountain's roots.
It was different here.
No molten lava. No red glow. No screams or heat.
This place was cold. Dry. Still.
The stone underfoot was smooth, polished black, but cracked with glowing abyssal veins like spiderwebs of soft violet light. Massive arches—long corroded—stretched toward a ceiling lost in darkness. Strange symbols shimmered across the walls, written in a weird language. They pulsed when Allen walked past them. Responded to him.
