Villain Ch 1832. The First Battlefield
Vash's momentum overextended him.
And Allen? He was already behind him.
Vash froze.
And then—he heard it.
A laugh.
Not a villain's cackle.
Not a madman's howl.
A genuine, amused laugh—low and quiet, like Allen was thrilled someone was still trying.
"You thought that would land?" Allen said, voice silk over razors. "That was cute."
Vash whirled around, but Allen was already moving—circling like a predator who knew the fight was already over.
"You get points for effort," Allen continued, his sword dragging lightly against the stone, sparks flaring with each step. "So I'll give you a reward anyway."
He stopped.
Tilted his head.
Smiled.
Then he surged forward.
Vash raised his shield—
CRACK.
The sword split the shield in half.
Vash staggered.
"Not bad," Allen murmured. "But let's end this."
He spun.
The Emperor's blade came up in a wide arc—glowing black-red, like a sunset laced with corruption.
Vash tried to dodge.
He didn't.
