Villain Ch 1440. Remains of a Failed Experiment
The illusion came. The room shifted. The ruined facility faded, replaced by its former self—untouched, gleaming, its cold sterility an insult to the horrors it concealed. The scent of sanitized metal and acrid chemicals filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of burnt magic.
And at the center— A woman sat bound to the chair.
Her black hair fell in disheveled strands over her shoulders, sweat dampening the locks against her pale skin. Arcane chains wrapped around her body, glowing a sickly blue, locking her wrists to the armrests, her ankles to the floor.
She struggled. Violently.
Her movements were jerky, desperate, the chair rattling under her efforts. Sparks of magic flared around her hands, but the chains absorbed everything, suppressing her power, turning it against her.
Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in exhaustion. But despite it all— Her eyes burned. Fierce. Defiant. And filled with hatred.
