Villain Ch 1774. Failed Grand Entrance
They moved. But the thing was faster than it looked, closing the gap with a predator's lunge. Its shadow swallowed them whole.
Allen didn't break stride. He didn't slow. He didn't even raise his sword at first.
Instead—
'Abyssal Descent.'
The air in front of him collapsed. Not with a bang, but with a crushing pull, like the entire hallway had suddenly been yanked toward a black hole. Darkness poured from Allen's outstretched hand, liquid and alive, curling upward into the skeletal grin of some deep-sea nightmare.
The monster's momentum faltered. The pull wasn't just physical—it was spiritual, dragging at whatever stolen, stitched-together soul it had left.
It screamed. The sound was wrong—part roar, part steam whistle, part dial-up static—and Allen's teeth ached from the vibration.
"Don't stop!" he growled, already moving.
They didn't.
