Villain Ch 1482. Battle Lust
"About damn time," Allen growled, eyes locked onto his Shade, its grotesque form twitching uncontrollably, stunned from the broken spell. His grip tightened around his sword, knuckles white, adrenaline burning through his body hotter than the scorching attacks he'd barely avoided earlier.
The Shade shrieked again—this time, weaker, vulnerable, almost fearful. But Allen didn't feel pity; he felt fury. He lunged forward without hesitation, shadows swirling around him as he activated Demonic Lance. The dark energy spear shot forth, piercing the monster's chest deeply, shattering chunks of twisted armor, sending fragments spiraling violently across the floor.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Allen snarled, pressing forward, blade flashing rapidly. Each slash and thrust carved deep, visible wounds into the Shade's grotesque frame. Its movements grew sluggish, erratic, and desperate.
