Villain Ch 1688. Haunted Wedding
They all groaned.
"I mean, I like the idea," Allen added, tilting his head. "But maybe not in a divine murder hall with fresh corpses and a haunted wedding vibe."
"Oh yeah…" Bella said, sniffing. "Still smells like trauma."
Allen reached out anyway, brushing the edge of the altar with his fingers—just to prove a point. "This---"
But, the altar responded instantly.
Light bloomed beneath his palm—soft, pinkish-gold, tinged with static. A hum vibrated through the floor. Then the runes ignited. All of them. Spiraling out like awakened veins of memory.
And the world shifted.
Not violently.
Just… gently.
Like a curtain drawn aside.
Behind him, the girls stopped joking.
Ahead of him, she appeared.
A woman.
Seated atop the altar, legs tucked to one side beneath flowing white silk.
A veil covered her face. Her hands rested in her lap. She didn't move. Didn't speak.
But she was there.
