Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 439: Until Yggdrasil Appears

The red lightning gathered in Dario’s palms, snapping and spitting across the air like a living storm. The air reeked of iron and ozone, every crackle promising ruin.

Ren planted himself in front of Lilith, vines surging across his skin, weaving into armor as thick as bark.

The moment the lightning lanced forward, it struck him dead on.

His Vine Armor screamed. The green plates glowed, then turned brittle gray, flaking to dust as the red current forced the solid wood into choking ash.

But even as one layer crumbled, another surged upward from beneath his skin, new tendrils knotting themselves into fresh protection.

Ren’s jaw clenched, but he stood his ground.

"Stay behind me!" he barked, his green eyes narrowed against the storm.

Lilith didn’t argue. Her knives gleamed in the dim hall, silver arcs slicing through the haze of dust.

She snapped her wrist, and a blade spun past Ren’s shoulder.

The Pull resonance bent it mid-flight, yanking it sideways into a soldier’s blind spot, except Dario wasn’t a soldier.

The straw-hatted man raised one finger. A flicker of red lightning grazed the knife, and in an instant the steel hissed into vapor, the silver smoke vanishing before it hit the ground.

Lilith hissed, her other knife flashing toward his thigh.

Dario caught it with the back of his hand, the lightning crawling down the blade until the steel warped like wax, dripping molten droplets to the marble floor.

"Cute," Dario said, "but pointless."

Ren surged forward. His vines lashed from his arms, whipping toward Dario’s midsection.

Dario didn’t bother with lightning. He simply moved, his body blurring with speed as he sidestepped, his straw hat barely tilting.

The vines cracked against stone, the marble twisting into powder where residual lightning brushed it.

"Ren! Left!" Lilith cried.

Ren twisted just as Dario’s fist snapped forward, red lightning crawling across his knuckles. It connected with Ren’s chest plate of vines.

Agony tore through him as the armor shrieked, shifting from solid wood into brittle sand.

The grains cascaded down his torso, his bare chest exposed, only for new vines to erupt, sealing the gap before Dario could land another blow.

Ren gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his brow. Every strike chipped away at him. Every moment, his body strained to regrow armor faster than it crumbled.

Lilith leapt sideways, her knives flashing. One soared low, then snapped upward with Pull, catching Dario under the brim of his hat. The second arced toward his throat.

Dario tilted his head, grin widening. A thread of red lightning skipped across his palm, touching the knives midair. Both dissolved into mist, their substance shifted into vapor before they could taste his flesh.

"You really don’t get it," he said, advancing. "I can’t lose."

Ren snarled and Pushed, the resonance bursting from his arms like a hammer. The blast roared across the hall, toppling broken columns and shattering stone tiles.

For the first time, Dario’s grin flickered as the Push slammed into him.

His body blurred, lightning sparking along his frame to resist the force. He skidded back three paces, boots grinding cracks into the marble.

Lilith didn’t waste the opening. She Pulled at her discarded knives, bending their broken halves into new trajectories.

One shard nicked his shoulder, the faintest line of red opening against his skin.

Dario touched the cut, blinking at the smear of blood on his thumb. Then he laughed, delighted.

"Not bad. You actually made me bleed." His eyes shone beneath the brim of his hat. "But if that’s all you’ve got..."

Ren didn’t let him finish. He surged forward, vines spiraling around his fists, layer after layer forming until his hands looked like clubs of living wood.

Dario swung, red lightning carving the air, turning patches of floor into boiling puddles.

Ren met it head-on. His armor crumbled, burned, shattered, but another layer replaced it before the strike could reach his flesh.

He pushed through the storm, step by step, his muscles screaming.

"Ren!" Lilith’s voice was raw, her knives orbiting like silver comets, slashing where they could.

Ren roared, vines bursting from his back to anchor him against the floor. With his last step, he swung.

His fist, wrapped in layers of regrown Vine Armor, crashed into Dario’s ribs.

The hall thundered with the impact.

For a heartbeat, Dario’s grin vanished. His body bent with the force, his boots carving trenches in the marble as he was shoved backward.

The straw hat toppled from his head, spinning across the floor.

Ren staggered, chest heaving, his knuckles trembling from the strike. But then, he saw it.

A bruise. Dark and ugly, blossoming across Dario’s ribs.

It was small. Insignificant compared to everything he’d shrugged off before. But it was there.

Ren and Lilith’s eyes met. For the first time since the fight began, there was hope.

Dario straightened slowly, rolling his shoulders. His grin returned, but it was thinner now, tighter.

His gaze dropped to the bruise, then back to Ren.

"You shouldn’t have been able to do that," he said softly. His hands crackled, red lightning spiraling wildly, hungrily. "Looks like I’ll have to stop playing."

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The crack in the heavens yawned wider, spilling golden light across the Arondale peaks.

From it, titans dropped one after another.

The first titan roared, its voice like a thousand trees groaning in unison. It raised a hand large enough to flatten a fortress and swung down towards the hill.

The Blurred Man tilted his head, faceless outline flickering as though the world had skipped a frame.

"Big," he mused, voice layered with distortion. "But not clever."

He stepped forward, and blurred.

The titanic hand slammed into the hilltop, crushing stone.

For an instant, it seemed the Blurred Man had been obliterated. Then the edges of the titan’s palm rippled, like paint running in the rain.

The Blurred Man emerged inside the creature’s wrist, one hand pressed against it. "Collapse."

The titan shuddered. Its form blurred, edges unraveling. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The glow in its eyes flickered once, then went dark. The mass of wood and vine folded in on itself like a corrupted image before crashing lifelessly to the slope below.

Another titan lunged, swinging a trunk-like leg to sweep the hill clean.

The Forgotten moved. Her scythe traced a single arc across the air.

The titan’s leg vanished. The rest of its body toppled, struggling to catch balance, but as it fell her scythe whispered again.

Its chest disappeared. Then its head. One stroke at a time, she pruned it like an overgrown weed until nothing remained but broken stumps scattered on the wind.

She exhaled softly. "How long do we have to keep doing this?"

The Blurred Man took care of another titan, looking up at the crack in the sky.

"Until Yggdrasil appears."