I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

The shockwave that followed hurled Ian even farther back. Despite its violent appearance, the explosion carried only muted heat and crushing pressure.

Thud, thud, thud—

That was why he managed to flip cleanly through the air without losing control.

He hit the ground in a sliding crouch like a four-legged beast, but he couldn't rise at once.

Swoosh—

A gale-like pressure still surged outward from a distance.

Keeping low, Ian lifted only his head and fixed his gaze on the source. Between the fading bursts of explosions, a dark crimson divinity flared and spread like the breath of the Heaven Defier.

So it was that after all.

At the very center, Olaf lay twisted on the ground. Only then did one corner of Ian’s mouth curl upward.