The Extra Can't be A Hero-Chapter 311: The Spirit Goddess (3)

The radiance surrounding Yue did not shatter nor fade in instability—it receded.

Her Spirit Goddess form dissolved like morning mist beneath a rising sun, not because her control wavered, but because it was absolute. The golden clouds thinned and vanished into nothingness. The spatial distortion was smoothed out. The tremor in reality quieted.

The luminous strands of starlit hair softened, condensing back into her familiar cascade of white. The divine sheen upon her skin dimmed to a natural glow. The overwhelming authority that had pressed upon the world withdrew inward, folding neatly into the core of her being as though it had always belonged there.

In an instant, the oppressive grandeur was gone.

She stood once more as the Yue Elune Amon knew and loved. It felt like watching an erupting volcano abruptly fall silent—lava retreating, smoke dispersing—until only a serene mountain remained against the horizon.

Yue returned to being beautiful and harmless… but the divinity had not disappeared. It coiled quietly within her soul, vast and immeasurable. Every spirit across the realms still resonated with her existence.

Every law she had touched remained subtly aligned with her will. If she so desired, she could unveil that radiance again.

"This is the first step," Yue smiled while linking arms with her beloved. "With the Beast Titan dead, the other Titans are sure to notice."

"They didn't act when you were absorbing the Beast Titan's divinity."

"That's cause they didn't dare," Yue chuckled. "With you by my side, they would think twice before acting."

"I suppose," Amon relaxed for a brief moment, glad that the Titans didn't interrupt Yue's ascension. "Now that we've taken one Titan's divinity, I'm sure they will be on high alert."

"Yes, that's why we must strike before they can act."

"What do you have planned?"

Amon asked, knowing that Yue wouldn't move without a plan. Now that she was the Spirit Goddess, alongside Amon's role as the Judicator of the Heavens, both of them had the power to overwhelm a single Titan with ease.

"We hunt them… and I know the perfect target."

Yue's ruby eyes shot upwards, where she could feel a lingering gaze. It didn't notice her piercing eyes, and it remained silent, blissfully unaware that its entire being was already being targeted. Breaking into a smile, Yue let out a misty voice:

"Summon Manon back… His Titan has delivered itself on a silver platter."

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High upon the firmament, far beyond the drifting clouds and into the thinning breath of the sky, a colossal figure hovered in silence.

From the waist up, it bore the shape of a man, broad-shouldered and majestic, its skin a shifting tapestry of blue and white, like stormlight woven into flesh. A long white moustache streamed outward as though caught in an eternal gale, though no wind stirred at that altitude. Its eyes burned a piercing yellow, and within their depths, lightning forked and flashed, illuminating the heavens with brief, silent flares.

Below its torso, there were no legs—only a spiralling vortex. Tornadoes coiled and merged into one another, forming a colossal cyclone that anchored it in the sky. Clouds were shredded and devoured at their edges, drawn into their churning mass before dissolving into raw elemental energy.

Its form wavered at the boundary between material and incorporeal.

At times it appeared solid enough to cast a shadow across the atmosphere; at others, it blurred like a mirage, as though it existed only partially within this plane.

There was no doubt—it was a Titan. Not just any Titan, one that could control the climate and unmake the planet with its power.

And yet, it did not descend.

It remained near the ozone layer, watching from the highest reaches of the world. Its storm-wrought body stirred, but it dared not cross the invisible threshold below.

Its lightning-laced gaze fixed upon Solfea in the distance, observing… measuring.

"Knodalon essence has disappeared… The human has succeeded in absorbing it."

Anemos, the Sky Titan, breathed a heavy sigh.

When it had first heard that its brother had passed, Anemos thought its ears had malfunctioned. It was hard to believe that a Titan had fallen, not to a Dragon Sovereign or a mighty ancient God, but to a mere human. Nonetheless, it was relayed by their King himself, so there was no room for doubt. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Still, Anemos wished to see it with its own eyes.

Flying high above Solfea, the Sky Titan hid its presence behind the clouds and soared just to the limit of the planet's atmosphere. It didn't intend on interfering with Yue's ascension, but it also didn't want to do nothing either.

Anemos planned to observe and report the human's strength as much as possible. Unlike Knodalon, it didn't underestimate humans simply because they were inferior. The Sky Titan was well aware of its current predicament.

Most of its divinity was no longer within its body.

It had been sealed, compressed into the core that had been torn from its soul and separated from its physical vessel. What remained inside its storm-forged frame was only a fraction of its former supremacy.

For the first time since its birth as a Titan, it was vulnerable.

If an enemy were to locate that core… if they were to rip it free and shatter it— Its existence would not merely end. It would be erased.

That reality was unacceptable.

Thus, Anemos had begun experimenting with its own ontology.

Its colossal form flickered constantly between substance and wind, shifting its body toward intangibility. By existing at the threshold between material and elemental, it sought to render itself untouchable—immune to blade, spell, and force alike.

If no attack could truly "grasp" it, then none could reach the absence within. As long as the core remained hidden and protected, the Sky Titan could continue to exist.

But protection required awareness.

And there were two beings it feared above all…. Amon and Yue.

Yue alone had slain Knodalon. Yes, the Beast Titan had been arrogant—overconfident in its raw might and dismissive of mortal potential. It had underestimated her.

But arrogance did not change the outcome.

And Amon… Anemos' lightning-filled gaze dimmed slightly at the thought.

The man radiated something far more dangerous than divinity. It was not merely power—it was authority. Anemos sensed in him a threat that eclipsed even Yue's ascension. Amon felt like a being who could stand before the Titan King himself and not falter.

What the Titans lacked now was not simply strength; it was knowledge.

They knew too little about these humans who hunted them—too little about their limits, their origins, their ambitions.

And ignorance was a greater danger than any blade.

That was why Anemos risked lingering above the world. It had come to observe Yue's ascension firsthand. To measure her transformation. To assess whether she had truly stepped beyond the threshold of divinity.

But in doing so, it had served itself on a silver platter.

It was the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole perched above, watching it in silence.

A single chime echoed across the upper heavens. It was soft—almost delicate—yet it reverberated through the firmament like a divine decree.

Anemos froze.

Not by choice.

Its spiraling lower body halted mid-rotation. The lightning within its yellow eyes flickered erratically as something unseen wrapped around it. Invisible chains materialized out of thin air, their presence betrayed only by the way space bent along their edges.

They coiled around its storm-wrought torso, cutting through wind and cloud alike, binding the Titan in place. Anemos roared, unleashing torrents of lightning that split the sky in violent arcs. Hurricane-force gales exploded outward, shredding the surrounding clouds for miles.

But the chains did not break… Rather, they tightened.

Each movement only seemed to draw them closer, constricting with methodical precision.

They did not restrain its body alone—they latched onto its very existence, anchoring it to a fixed point in space. For the briefest instant, something like fear flashed through the Sky Titan's eyes.

Left with no alternative, Anemos made its decision. Its massive frame dissolved. The human torso unraveled into vapor. The tornado beneath it dispersed into scattered mist. In less than a heartbeat, the Titan relinquished its semi-material form entirely, collapsing into pure atmospheric essence.

The chains snapped shut around nothing.

A heartbeat later, the mist reconvened several meters away, spiraling violently as Anemos reconstituted itself. Lightning crackled wildly around its reforming body, unstable but intact. The invisible chains remained suspended in the air—empty, searching.

For now, the Sky Titan had escaped their grasp.

"T-This…"

"Hoh? You can turn into air? That's going to be tricky…"

Yue levitated down like a fairy stepping on a lake. Ripples in spacetime wound around her toes while her existence weighed suffocatingly down on the Sky Titan. Amon appeared swiftly behind her, his body remaining still like a rock, despite the whirling winds and lack of gravity to ground him.

The two simply looked like a divine pair, or a demonic nightmare.

"Yue Elune! Amon Solaris!"

"Oh? I'm surprised! A Titan actually bothered to remember our names!"

"You brats…"

Anemos grit its teeth and wishes for nothing more than to kill the impertinent pair in front of it. But the Sky Titan refrained. From that one exchange, Anemos knew that it wasn't a match for Yue, who had recently ascended to become the Spirit Goddess. And there was Amon supporting her from behind, too.

If it wanted to live to fight another day… Anemos only had one option.

Retreat!

"..."

Refusing to entertain another word, the Sky Titan twisted its colossal form upward. The tornado, which made up its lower body, compressed violently, and in the next instant, Anemos shot toward the upper atmosphere.

It was one of its signature movements—the ability to disperse and ride the currents of the heavens at speeds that shattered the sound barrier, vanishing before most enemies could even register its departure.

But this time, it did not get far.

"Gone so soon?"

Yue's voice was light, playful even.

She raised her palms. The air behind her split open without resistance, unveiling a luminous rift—the gate to the spirit realm. A clear chime rang out once more, purer than before, echoing across sky and soul alike.

From the gate, thousands of spiritual chains erupted. They did not merely extend through space—they ignored it. Each chain shimmered with divine authority, its links inscribed with laws older than the Titans themselves.

And woven into them was Yue's oldest mastery: the folding of spacetime.

The firmament bent. Distance lost meaning. Anemos's attempted escape collapsed in on itself as the surrounding space curved like a closed fist. No matter how it accelerated, it found itself dragged back toward the centre point—toward her.

This time, there was no desperate unravelling, no mist-form retreat.

The chains pierced through wind, lightning, and intangibility alike, binding not just the Titan's body but its spatial coordinates.

Its form snapped back into visibility, forcibly condensed and anchored midair.

Anemos thrashed, lightning detonating in blinding bursts that scarred the upper atmosphere. Its yellow eyes burned with murderous fury as it fixed its gaze upon her, a roar tearing from its storm-wrought chest that rolled like an apocalyptic thunderclap.

Yue only smiled.

It was not a warm smile.

"Be obedient," she said softly, tilting her head, "and hand over your core."

In that moment, the distinction between saviour and tyrant blurred. The golden clouds drifting behind her cast long shadows, and her sovereign gaze held no hesitation—only inevitability.

For a fleeting second, she resembled something far more fearsome than the Spirit Goddess. She looked like the Demon King himself.

And beside her, Amon could only release a long, weary sigh, worried about what his wife was going to become.