Villain Ch 1599. Edge of Madness
The Emperor raised both hands now.
Dark energy surged, spiraling up his arms like coiled serpents ready to strike.
"Dark Storm."
The sky didn't just crack open— It screamed.
Clouds twisted into a vortex of pure black mana, lightning laced with shadow tearing through the heavens. Wind howled like banshees. The temperature dropped fast—too fast—until even the fires on the ground hissed and died under the dark pressure.
And then…
It hit.
A storm of chaos.
Blades of wind, laced with demonic curses.
Bolts of black lightning, slamming into the earth and exploding on contact.
Gusts of corrupted mana, ripping up stone and soil as if the world itself wanted to vomit them out.
A full-blown apocalypse, summoned by one man.
Allen stood at the eye of the storm, cape flaring, hair wild, grin wide as hell.
And Alex?
Alex didn't run.
He didn't scream.
He stood.
Shaking. Bleeding. Barely breathing.
But standing.
