Villain Ch 1895. The Hollow Bride
She hurled a Firestorm into Elise's face. Flames burst, the heat singeing even Allen's coat as the Bride staggered back. But then she absorbed it—the fire sucking straight into the brand carved on her collarbone. Her eyes glowed bright white.
The flames exploded back out.
Bella screamed as she was thrown across the ICU, smashing through two gurneys and coughing smoke.
"She's reflecting magic!" Jane yelled. "Careful!"
Allen moved. He didn't sprint. He didn't rush. He just walked. Step by step. Blade loose at his side. The aura around him pulsed with every footfall, heavy enough to crack the tiles under his boots.
The Bride noticed. Her faceless gaze turned to him, hollow eyes narrowing without pupils.
She slashed the air.
Invisible blades tore through the room—benches, equipment, even walls splitting like paper. Allen twisted, weaving between them, his coat ripping but his body untouched.
Then he was there.
Blade high.
