Villain Ch 1479. The Cursed Atrium [Part 1]
"Let's go," he said calmly, voice firm, controlled. "We still have work to do."
The giant doors groaned open with a deep, ominous creak that echoed throughout the stone hall like a warning. The group stepped into the Cursed Atrium, and immediately, the shift in atmosphere was undeniable. Cold. Heavy. Wrong in a way that made the skin crawl. It wasn't loud or filled with growls like the corridors before. No, this place was quiet. Unnaturally so.
The atrium was massive, circular, built with crumbling obsidian walls that stretched so high, they vanished into a ceiling of swirling shadow. In the center of the floor sat a wide, glowing dark formation—an arcane circle pulsing faintly with purplish-red energy. Tendrils of shadow writhed around it, slow and lazy like they were sleeping. Waiting.
Allen narrowed his eyes. "Looks like the spawn point."
