All Novel Full Chapter 958 Haunting Melody
Villain Ch 958. Haunting Melody
Shea’s eyes narrowed as she continued her relentless assault. ‘I see… So this is what she was looking for,’ she thought, her sharp gaze focusing on Sophia’s expression. The scene before her revealed everything she needed to know. It was clear now why Sophia had returned.
‘That’s why she came back,’ Shea mused, her lips curling into a knowing smirk even as she plucked the strings of her harp. The sight in front of her was almost pathetic. Despite Sophia’s impressive healing prowess, she was no leader. There were no tactics, no strategy, nothing that could turn the tide of this battle.
She was simply there, desperately trying to prove herself useful, to fix the reputation she had tarnished on the gaming forum.
Sophia’s so-called plan, if it could even be called that, was merely to keep the remaining players alive as long as possible. It was as if she were waiting for a miracle or reinforcements that would never come. Sophia was their last hope, but without a real strategy, that hope was fragile—easily shattered by Shea. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
From a distance, Allen observed the battlefield with cold detachment. He had reverted to his normal form, his demonic transformation dissipating as he took in the chaotic scene. Yet, the thirst for blood was still evident in his eyes, his gaze dark and menacing. The sight of Sophia, so inept yet so determined, made his blood boil.
A burning urge to use his Shadow Step skill and teleport to her, to end her pitiful existence quickly, welled up within him.
But Allen hesitated. Acting on impulse would mean Sophia had won, in a way. It would mean she had regained the Devil Emperor’s attention, forcing him to acknowledge her. And that was something Allen could not allow. This was a matter of pride, of control. He didn’t even spare a glance at Father^Alex before.
To Allen, Sophia was beneath his notice, and he intended to keep it that way.
“Should I help her?” Vivian’s voice broke through his thoughts as she approached him, her tone low and smooth. She had just finished off a few rogues and assassins who had attempted to ambush Allen, but they had been insignificant, barely worth her time. Now, with the battle still raging, she felt the need to take more direct action.
“No need,” Allen replied, his voice cold and calm, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. Shea’s harp strings hummed with dark energy, her melody weaving through the battlefield like a deadly toxin. “Shea can handle them.”
Vivian nodded, though a hint of concern flickered in her eyes. “But Sophia is surrounded by defenders. If Shea has to focus on the entire group, it might be difficult to break through.”
Allen’s gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, his expression unreadable. “That’s precisely why Shea is perfect for this,” he replied. “Sophia and her ragtag group are running on borrowed time. They’re only delaying the inevitable.”
As if in response to his words, Shea’s melody shifted. The haunting notes grew sharper, more intense, like the tightening of a noose. Shea had sensed the same thing—Sophia’s weakness, her lack of a true strategy. Shea’s music was more than just an attack; it was a psychological weapon, designed to unnerve and destabilize her enemies.
The change in Shea’s melody had an immediate effect on the battlefield. Sophia suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. It was as if the ground beneath her feet had turned to liquid, tossing her around on a raging sea. Her vision blurred, and she struggled to keep her balance. Panic gripped her heart as a red notification flashed before her eyes.
[Confusion Status: Active].
The world around her spun, the once-clear lines of the battlefield twisting into a chaotic blur. Sophia fought to stay upright, her mind reeling as she tried to regain control.
But it wasn’t just Sophia who was affected. The same disorienting sensation spread rapidly through the ranks of her allies. Players who had been fiercely defending her now found themselves swaying unsteadily, their movements erratic and uncontrolled. Determined expressions turned to ones of confusion and fear as they realized something was terribly wrong.
Sensing the urgency, Sophia forced herself to focus. She raised her staff, her voice trembling with desperation as she cast the spell. “Dispel!” she shouted, the word a lifeline she clung to. A warm light enveloped her, and the confusion lifted instantly.
[You have removed your Confusion status!]
[Cooldown: 1 minute]
Sophia’s heart sank as she watched her comrades continue to fall into disarray. While she had regained her focus, the others were still trapped in the nightmarish effects of Shea’s melody. Their eyes glazed over, their movements becoming increasingly erratic.
One warrior, his face contorted in confusion, turned and swung his sword wildly, the blade narrowly missing a mage who had been standing beside him. The mage, equally disoriented, retaliated instinctively, firing off a bolt of lightning that struck another ally instead of Shea.
“No! Stop! You’re hitting each other!” Sophia cried out, her voice tinged with desperation. But her words were lost in the chaos. The battlefield had descended into a grotesque parody of a fight, with allies turning against each other, their minds clouded by Shea’s melody.
A rogue stumbled toward Sophia, his daggers raised as if to strike. His eyes were unfocused, and Sophia could see that he had no idea what he was doing. Fear surged through her as she raised her staff defensively, her hands trembling. But before she could react further, the rogue was pulled back by another player, a knight who had intended to protect him.
In his confused state, the knight’s grip tightened too much, and the rogue yelped in pain, his weapons clattering to the ground.
Sophia’s heart raced as she watched her comrades fall into disarray. She had managed to save herself, but what good was that when everyone else was ensnared by Shea’s twisted game? The realization struck her like a blow—she had failed. The very people who had fought to protect her were now tearing each other apart.