Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 444: The World Forgets

The sky fractured.

Unlike what would be expected, there was no sound.

The only thing that could be heard was only a silence so dense it felt alive, pressing into the bones of the world.

Then came the light.

The Blurred Man and Yggdrasil met in the air above the Arondale range, and as they slammed into each other, the impact broke everything around them.

The mountain peak they were on disintegrated in an instant.

The stone that had stood for millennia was unmade before it even realized it had existed, and every living being across the mountain vanished, their lives snuffed out like candles in a hurricane.

The air itself warped into ribbons, the atmosphere unraveling into threads of color. Space twisted into knots that tightened, folded, and collapsed.

The 27th mountain of the Arondale mountain range was gone.

The silence that followed was unbearable. And then, cutting through that nothingness, came the swing of a black blade.

The Forgotten moved. Her scythe sliced through what remained of the void, and in its wake came memory.

The land returned and the mountains stood, unchanged. In Carthage below, life continued as if it had never stopped. Soldiers screamed, metal clashed, the fires of war burned on.

No one noticed what had just happened. To them, nothing had changed. The world had simply... skipped a heartbeat.

The Forgotten exhaled, her veil fluttering as she drifted above the restored mountain. She had used her power to make the mountain Forget the damage, returning everything as it was.

Yggdrasil didn’t wait for anyone else. He simply moved.

The god of the roots raised a hand, and the ground groaned. Vines thick as towers erupted, shooting skyward.

The Forgotten raised her scythe again. With one smooth motion, she cut horizontally through the air, and the vines vanished, Forgotten by the world.

But more grew in their place, twisting faster and thicker. Not to mention hungrier.

Yggdrasil laughed, a sound that shook the air around them.

"You try to hold back the inevitable," he said, his golden eyes glowing. "You cannot stop the glorious destiny of this world. Whatever you do, they will be devoured by me. You’re merely trying to hold water in a basket."

"Maybe," the Forgotten replied softly, her veil stirring in an unseen wind. "But it’s better than drowning quietly."

Yggdrasil smiled, an expression that was too human for what he was. "The world is ripe," he said. "The harvest has come. Nothing you do will stop me."

The Blurred Man’s voice carried across the battlefield, light and amused. "Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that."

The god’s gaze turned towards him.

"With Kronos in place," the Blurred Man continued, gesturing lazily to the shimmering sphere that enclosed them, "you can’t touch the world anymore. You’re locked inside time."

"Then I will tear the sphere down," Yggdrasil said, and power rolled off him like a tidal wave.

"You could try," the Blurred Man said, and for the first time, his distorted voice deepened into something dangerous. "But by the time you succeed, the weapon to kill you will already be forged."

Yggdrasil’s eyes narrowed. "Weapon?"

The Blurred Man’s grin widened, his shape distorting further, blurring into something monstrous and vast. "Why else do you think we’re here, on the Arondale range?"

Realization dawned on Yggdrasil, horror flickering through his golden eyes.

"The Primordial Flame," he breathed. "And the Unfettered Soul—"

"Along with the Soul Conductor," the Blurred Man finished, his tone almost gleeful.

He leaned forward, blurring until his body was a storm of distortion. "You can’t escape death, Yggdrasil. Not this time."

He raised his hand, and space screamed. "Schism!"

The sphere of Kronos cracked like glass. Lines of red lightning webbed across it, and the Blurred Man vanished, leaving only echoes of his laughter behind.

Now, only two figures remained inside the frozen sphere. The Forgotten and Yggdrasil.

The god tilted his head, studying her. "Do you truly believe you can hold me here?"

The Forgotten lowered her scythe, the veil fluttering around her face like dark smoke. "No," she admitted. "I can’t." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Then why fight?"

She smiled faintly. "Because I don’t need to win. I only need to stall you."

He frowned. "Stall?"

"For every second that passes in here," she said softly, "a minute passes outside. That’s the true nature of the Schism. You may be eternal, Yggdrasil, but you’re still bound by time."

Her grip tightened on her scythe. "I only need to keep you here for thirty seconds."

The god’s expression darkened. "Then you will die buying a moment that means nothing."

He struck.

Vines lashed out, spearing through the air. The Forgotten met them head-on, her scythe flashing, cleaving through them, erasing them from existence.

But more followed, roots tearing through space. She spun, her blade singing, cutting them down again and again.

Yggdrasil’s next blow landed squarely on her guard. The impact sent shockwaves across the frozen time-space, cracks webbing through the surface of the sphere.

Her scythe shuddered.

Three more strikes came in rapid succession, each one more vicious than the one that came before.

The fourth broke the blade.

The Forgotten gasped as the pieces of her scythe scattered into nothing. A final strike pierced through her chest, impaling her. Golden light burned through her body.

Yggdrasil reached forward, gripping her by the skull. "You were an ant," he said coldly. "Pretending to be a god."

The Forgotten laughed weakly, her voice trembling but calm. "Maybe. But even an ant can sting."

Her hand rose, trembling. "And I already have you where I want you."

Light gathered around her. For the first time, Yggdrasil’s eyes widened in alarm.

"No—"

Her veil flared outwards, and the Forgotten whispered her final command. "Forget."

Reality blinked.

The world, the sky, the land, all of it vanished. Every atom, every memory, every thread of existence was erased.

The only things left floating in the void were her and Yggdrasil, standing on nothing, surrounded by infinite stars.

Her body trembled. The wound in her shuddered pulsed with golden light, but she smiled behind her veil. "Now," she said softly, "you’re alone."

And before Yggdrasil could speak, she was gone, flashing out of his grip.

When she appeared again, the only person there was the only other person she’d left out of her technique.

"Hello, Ren."