Villain Ch 1773. Metal and Ice
The only sound left was the hiss of cooling steel and the faint whine of the factory gears turning somewhere deeper in the dark. Allen's grip on his sword loosened slightly—not because the danger was gone, but because it was never really gone in here.
Then the static voice came again.
Low. Glitching. And far too calm.
"Too dangerous… Too dangerous… You are too dangerous…"
The tone made the back of Allen's neck prickle. It wasn't the fear of prey. It was the calculation of something that had just realized it might be outmatched.
"Yeah," Allen muttered, voice like a blade dragging on stone. "Took you long enough to figure that out."
Metal shrieked behind them—summoning circles flaring open in midair. One. Two. Three.
