Villain Ch 1689. Ghosts That Beg For Peace
The next corridor didn't offer time to think. Or breathe.
The moment their boots hit the cracked marble, the shadows flared—like a silent alarm triggered the moment Allen's presence registered. From all sides, they came. More twisted creations in paladin armor, some half-melted into mechanical constructs. Some still had faces. Human faces. Eyes hidden behind fractured visors, mouths that still formed words even through corrupted voice lines.
"Justice…!"
"Restore balance…!"
"Release us…!"
Allen moved first. His blade flashed like falling night, silent and absolute. No hesitation. No pause. The first wave of monsters didn't even scream as their bodies hit the ground in elegant, symmetrical halves.
But that was the thing, wasn't it?
They didn't scream when they died.
They screamed before.
"I didn't ask for this!"
"Let me die, not be used!"
"Please—please not another battle—"
