Villain Ch 1548. I'm Persuasive
Jane filled the upper balconies with summoned skeletons and bound them to respond to voice commands—code phrases like "they found the throne!" or "kill them all" would activate different defensive sequences.
One would lock the doors.
Another would flood the throne with smoke and fire.
The final one would detonate the sides of the throne hall in a collapsing cave-in. Last resort. Full wipe. End it all.
Because if they couldn't hold it...
No one else deserved to take it.
By the time the sunless sky above the Crypts dimmed further—indicating the system's version of night—they were exhausted. Bloody. Sweaty. Cursed. Stinking of sulfur, ash, and mana burn.
But the Cursed Crypts?
They were ready.
A fortress of nightmares.
A dungeon made by villains.
And Allen's throne—the glowing, swirling core of the Crypt's power—sat unbothered in the center.
The one thing they had to protect.
The one thing the enemy would be after.
