Villain Ch 1674. Fake Calm
The Dark Portal sealed shut behind Allen with a quiet hiss, like the Crypt itself exhaled at his return.
He stepped through the obsidian hallway with long, silent strides, the echo of his boots ringing in rhythm with the dim torchlight. His armor was still warm from combat. His mind, still echoing with Sophia's desperate expression. Recording icon. Holy light. The fake calm behind her eyes.
Allen didn't like fake calm. He could smell desperation.
He reached the throne room and pushed open the heavy doors with one arm, letting them creak dramatically like some scene director added reverb.
The moment the throne hall opened, it hit him—like walking into a sleepover that ran out of shame three hours ago.
The girls had taken over.
Bella was lounging upside down on the throne with her tails fanned out like she was sunbathing on corruption.
Jane was sipping wine straight from the bottle, legs kicked over the sacrificial table.
