Villain Ch 1888. The Bluebeard Tale
They didn't stop walking. Not once.
Every strike was a motion between strides. Every monster cut down was just another step toward the door at the top of the stairs.
Allen moved like a blade himself—silent, efficient. He didn't need to look at the countdown to know time was running out.
He could feel it.
The bell tolled again. Faster. Louder.
[Time Remaining: 06:32]
The top of the stairs opened into a massive hallway. At the far end stood a pair of grand doors carved with wedding scenes. The carvings were wrong—the brides' eyes hollow, the grooms' faces blank. The doors pulsed with faint red light, like a heartbeat.
The whispers returned.
"The seventh wedding will start…"
"The seventh wedding will start…"
Vivian shivered. "Creepy ASMR."
Jane's eyes flicked to Allen. "This is it."
He nodded once. "Church."
The group exchanged glances, weapons still slick with fading shadow. Then Allen pushed forward.
