Villain Ch 1488. Burned Down The Hope
The group stepped through, and as soon as their boots hit the cracked obsidian floors of the Cursed Crypts once again, silence fell.
No smug grins. No teasing jabs. No casual commentary about how they just burned down half a city's morale.
Allen said nothing.
He walked a few steps forward, then stopped in the middle of the chamber. His fingers flexed slowly at his sides, claws curling slightly, glowing faintly from the leftover heat of the orb. He looked down at his hands—scarred, stained, pulsing with dark energy—and just stared, as if he didn't quite recognize them anymore.
He'd fought before. Won battles. But that… that wasn't just a win.
That was power.
Raw.
Undeniable.
Unfair.
It felt right.
Still, he hadn't expected that much. Not from a single orb.
Zoe finally broke the silence, her voice low and thoughtful. "I didn't expect it to be that different…"
