Villain Ch 2017. The Devils VS Alliance of The Brave [Part 4]
Allen stood over the spot where Elio had fallen, blade lowered, one wing folding in with a slow stretch of motion like a beast at rest.
He didn't gloat. Didn't speak.
But the smile on his face, the slow, sharp curl of something that wasn't joy but something colder… told the whole story.
Not a single scratch.
Not even a speck of blood on his armor.
And yet he'd just torn through Elio. Reduced the so-called Paladin of the people into a twitching, broken corpse. His blade still faintly glowed with the remnants of heatless void, shimmering like a mirage under Hell's moonlight. The battlefield burned with tension. The air stank of blood, sweat, and ozone. The audience was dead silent for half a second.
Then chaos.
"Elio's down?!"
"No way—!"
"WHAT THE F**K—!!"
And Allen?
Allen didn't flinch. He turned his head, slowly, like a wolf scenting new prey.
