Villain Ch 1750. Unchained Ghost
Allen smiled again, blades dripping.
"Good," he whispered.
"Then they'll scream louder when they die."
The taste of blood was already in the air—metallic, warm, and rising. It mixed with the burned ozone from spell residue, the sting of ash in his nose, the crunch of broken terrain under his boots. But Allen barely noticed.
He was too focused. Too alive.
Another player—a dual-sword dancer—charged at him, hoping to match speed with speed.
Allen's smirk deepened.
Their blades clashed once.
Twice.
The third strike never came.
Allen slipped under it, his knees grazing the ground as he spun and swept the man's legs clean out from under him. In the same motion, Allen twisted around and drove both daggers straight up—one into the armpit gap of armor, the other just under the chin.
The scream was gurgled. Wet.
Blood sprayed across Allen's shoulder like paint across canvas.
[Player LightSeekerX Defeated]
