Villain Ch 1696. Rotting Wedding Cake
He raised his hand, and Hellfire Rain exploded from the ceiling—incinerating two of the stained glass angels that had just sprouted wings and charged them.
"I don't care who she was," Allen growled. "You don't get to drag us into your tantrum."
Stone Curse coated a segment of the twisting floor in black obsidian, freezing the sentient glyphs crawling toward Larissa.
"Appreciate it," she said, not breaking stride as she launched a Crimson Wave, splitting an entire wall open with pure blood magic.
"I found something!" Alice called, dodging a glyph that tried to rip her shadow off the ground. "There's a pattern to the traps—they're reactive. Every time we hit a rune, it shifts. It's hiding something."
"Like a core?" Vivian asked, throwing a Nightmare Trap onto a crack in the wall. A flash of hellish light triggered, but the wall only buckled, not broke.
