Villain Ch 1480. The Cursed Atrium [Part 2]
A horrible, echoing, metallic scream—like the sound of dying soldiers on a battlefield and rust grinding against bone all at once. The walls trembled. Even the dungeon's cursed torches flickered violently, nearly extinguishing under the sheer weight of the sound.
"Holy shit," Bella whispered, eyes wide. "It looks like someone scraped a war into a blender."
"I hate it," Shea muttered, harp glowing in her hands. "I hate it so much."
Allen didn't blink.
"Focus," he said, stepping forward, blade already glowing with dark energy. "This thing's death is the only thing between me and my next level."
The Overlord Shade twitched.
Then it charged.
The Overlord Shade didn't walk or stomp—it rushed, like a freight train of rusted blades and screaming shadow, tearing across the stone floor with terrifying speed. The ground shattered beneath it, every movement a burst of cursed momentum.
"Spread out!" Allen barked.
They barely moved in time.
