Villain Ch 1622. High on Blood
[System Alert: Locomotion Calibration Failing]
He stepped back into the air—wings beating once.
Still untouched.
Still smiling.
Vivian, slashing through the minions around the edge, turned and laughed breathlessly. "You're not even letting it try!"
He didn't answer.
He was circling the thing again. The way a butcher circles a pig before the final cut.
But his smile had changed.
Darker now. Deeper.
Allen wanted more.
Mol'Drath slammed the ground with a full-force hammer strike.
Allen blinked to its shoulder—didn't even flinch at the shockwave.
He reached down and carved the blade into its collar, slow. Cruel.
Just deep enough to make it scream.
"Try harder," he whispered against its armor.
The boss spun—its frame twitching.
But Allen was already gone.
Now in front of it.
Now behind.
Now carving its flank again.
He wasn't fighting.
He was performing.
