Villain Ch 183. Savior
It didn't end there. The battlefield was a symphony of chaos and destruction as Allen and the girls descended from the skies once again, their presence casting a dark shadow over the remaining players.
With deadly grace, they engaged in close combat, their weapons slicing through flesh and bone with ruthless precision. Each strike was a macabre dance, an expression of their twisted pleasure in the art of killing.
Allen, in particular, reveled in the carnage. His movements were fluid and wicked, his every action calculated to inflict maximum pain and suffering.
With a sadistic smile on his face, he delighted in the screams of his victims, his laughter a haunting soundtrack to their demise. Blood splattered across his character's hands, staining his once pristine appearance with the mark of his brutality.
