Chapter 156: The Shadow Lord Returns
In the cold, sterile whiteness of the vast space, a suffocating silence filled the air. Tension prickled and swelled between the figures as they stood, disoriented, all too aware of Loki perched on a grand, dark throne ahead. His eyes bored into each of them, holding a glint of malice barely masked beneath a sardonic grin.
Williams, teeth clenched, broke the silence, unable to contain the fury boiling within him. "What's the meaning of this, you bastard?!" he spat, fists tightening as he stormed forward, his every step weighed with rage. But just as he closed the distance, he was jerked to a halt, his legs suddenly locked in place as if seized by invisible chains. Confusion flashed across his face, and he looked down, horror dawning in his eyes as he noticed a jagged rod, black and rusted, stabbed through his abdomen, its twisted metal cruelly embedded deep within his flesh.