Villain Ch 1775. I'm Better Than You
They rounded the next bend and stopped—not because they wanted to, but because the space ahead opened into something vast.
The last chamber.
It wasn't like the rest of the factory-ice mess. This place was huge, domed like a cathedral but made from both realities jammed together—massive frozen columns wrapped in brass pipes, gears embedded in ice like fossils, stained glass windows flickering between holy scenes and corrupted lines of code.
The floor was a jagged mosaic—half snow-slick marble, half scorched steel plating, steam vents hissing between the cracks.
And at the far end…
Something pulsed.
A throne—or what was left of one—sat atop a dais, its shape constantly glitching between gothic stone and industrial scaffolding. Wires and icicles hung from it like banners, and in its center, a core of raw light beat like a heart.
The static voice lowered to a growl.
"You shouldn't have come here…"
