Villain Ch 1275. Too Little, Too Late
Just as he began to step forward, a sharp sound cut through the chaos—the unmistakable clang of metal against stone. Allen paused, turning slightly, his glowing crimson eyes narrowing. From the edge of the rubble, two figures emerged, their armor gleaming faintly under the flickering light of the fires.
Then, without warning, both men lunged, their weapons cutting through the air in synchronized arcs. Elio's sword, blazing with Holy Light, aimed straight for Allen's chest, while Red_King's greatsword came down in a heavy vertical swing, its glowing edge humming with power.
Allen didn't flinch. Just as their attacks were about to connect, his form blurred, dissolving into shadows. 'Shadow Step.'
