Villain Ch 1778. One Real, One Stolen
Demonic Orbs spiraled around him, flaring into point-blank blasts that drove the clone back three steps, cancelling the clone's Soul Siphon.
But the hacker didn't falter—he used the recoil to spin, wing edges slicing through the air, the sound like swords cutting silk.
Allen barely ducked under them. The chamber smelled of scorched stone, burning frost, and blood—his blood, just a thin smear cooling against his skin.
They traded blows again. And again. And again. Until it was no longer strikes—it was earthquakes. Every time their swords met, the chamber screamed, ice walls cracking, the floor bowing in waves under their feet. The cold bit at Allen's lungs, mixing with the metallic taste of adrenaline and iron.
The countdown in his head ticked, matching the war-drum beat of his heart.
The hacker snarled mid-clash. "You're not a god. You're just a shadow pretending to be one."
