With a clang, the pitch-black Magic Wand snapped in two under the arrow's impact. The sinister, grotesque skull fell to the ground and shattered like glass.
The dark clouds overhead dispersed in an instant. After letting out a roar of defiance, the enormous, hideous head slowly vanished as well.
Although the purple light no longer bound the civilians in the square, their faces remained utterly vacant. They stood motionless where they were.
Hel's beautiful face filled with surprise at this sudden turn of events. Yet when she saw that the newcomer was Allen, she showed no anger at having her sacrifice interrupted. Instead, she gave him a captivating, seductive smile.
"Oh my, isn't this that incredibly powerful handsome fellow? Fate really does keep bringing us together. Did you come to offer me some advice, sweetheart with the gorgeous body?"
Hearing her voice, seductive to the bone, Allen felt his heart pounding despite himself. He promptly returned the favor with a bolt of lightning.
You use charm on me, and I'll treat you to Professor Yang's Kiss.
The raging lightning struck at Hel with the force to destroy everything. Black smoke rose in an instant, and Hel disappeared from where she stood before reappearing among the vacant-faced crowd.
"As expected, powerful men tend to be cold and heartless. My darling sweetheart, why the hurry? Couldn't we sit down and have a nice chat?"
Hel showed no anger at the sudden attack. Instead, a plaintive expression appeared on her face, as though she had suffered some terrible injustice.
The seductive allure in her eyes as she looked at Allen was as thick as mist, almost liquid enough to drip.
Looking at Hel hidden among the crowd, Allen fought down the discomfort gradually building in his body and demanded angrily, "Witch, what have