The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere-Chapter 61: Cold Blue Moon [1]

The wraith moved instantly, no longer testing, no longer observing.

It used its full physical power.

The ground beneath it fractured as it vanished and reappeared before the dark-haired girl.

The wraith’s fist is already descending with enough force to kill any [Diamond] ranker if caught off guard.

A small smile formed on the girl’s face.

She raised her hand.

-BANG

The impact exploded outward, cracking the ground beneath her feet, sending fragments of stone scattering in all directions.

The wraith’s eyes widened. Its punch had been stopped.

It was caught effortlessly.

Her fingers tightened slightly around its wrist, steady and unshaken, as if the force behind the blow meant nothing.

Then her body shifted as her leg snapped upward.

The kick landed cleanly on the wraith’s guts.

The wraith was sent flying.

-BOOM

Its body tore through the air and crashed into a nearby building, the structure collapsing inward as debris buried it beneath layers of shattered concrete and twisted metal.

For a moment, the battlefield stilled as the dust rose.

Then Miasma surged from the collapsed building.

Thick, suffocating, and violent energy burst outward from the fallen building, swallowing the debris as the Wraith jumped out from the debris.

The girl calmly stepped forward.

She stretched her arms wide, her posture loosening as mana began to gather around her body.

It did not flare wildly as it settled.

Layer by layer, it wrapped around her frame, concentrating heavily around her arms and legs, reinforcing them with quiet intensity.

The air around her felt denser.

Both of them were no longer holding back.

Within the rubble, the wraith moved.

It had already understood something crucial.

In terms of raw physical strength, it was inferior to this mana creature.

That realization did not frighten it.

It enraged Wraith even further.

With a thunderous sound, it burst out of the debris and charged forward, Wraith’s eyes burning with hatred as miasma coiled tightly around its limbs.

Then the wraith swung its arm as the air tore apart.

The girl’s eyes widened slightly as she moved, her body slipping away into the rising dust.

Where she had stood a moment before, five deep claw marks carved into the ground, splitting the surface as if sliced by an invisible weapon.

The wraith halted. Its gaze swept the battlefield.

Nothing. She was gone from his sight.

Then the wraith’s Instinct screamed.

It turned while crossing its arms.

The girl emerged from the dust, her figure appearing at the last possible moment, a grin spreading across her face as her fist drove forward.

-BANG

The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward.

The wraith was thrown back again, its body slamming into the ground before bouncing once and rolling across the broken street.

-BOOM -BOOM

It carved a path through debris before finally stopping.

For a moment, it remained still.

Then it rose. Its form was unbroken, not even a single scratch.

That punch had done no damage.

But it had still been forced back.

Pushed and overpowered by someone weaker.

The wraith brushed the dust off its shoulder slowly, its expression tightening.

"It’s futile,"

The wraith said, its voice low and controlled despite the irritation beneath it.

"You can’t hurt me. All I need is one hit, and you will die. You are destined to lose."

The girl did not respond immediately.

She leapt down from the nearby building.

When her feet touched the ground, there was no sound. Not even a whisper.

She began walking forward.

Each step was steady.

Her confidence was absolute.

Hearing the wraith’s words, she spoke.

"Again."

The word was simple.

Then she moved.

She shot forward, her speed tearing through the air, her shoes unable to withstand the force as they split apart and were blown into pieces behind her.

The wraith reacted instantly.

Miasma surged outward, forming layers of interception, twisting and closing off every possible path.

But she moved through it.

Not by overpowering it, but by slipping through the smallest openings.

Her movements were precise, almost unnatural, her body bending and adjusting with incredible flexibility as each attack narrowly missed her.

Within seconds, she was in front of the wraith.

Her arm extended as her fist was ready.

For a fraction of a moment, the wraith unknowingly hesitated.

Its gaze met hers.

Those amber eyes burned with something feral.

Something unyielding.

Even so, Wraith crossed its arms.

It would endure any damage.

-BANG

The punch landed.

But this time...

The punch power and force were weaker.

Far weaker than before.

The wraith’s expression shifted slightly, and it wondered,

’Had her power decreased? Had she reached her limit?’ 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Then... an audible bone-cracking sound resounded.

-CRACK -CRACK

The sound was subtle.

Almost quiet. But unmistakable.

The wraith’s arms began to unnaturally bend inward.

Its bones collapsed under pressure that had not manifested on the surface.

The wraith staggered.

For the first time, true shock crossed its face.

The girl stepped back, creating distance between them.

She rolled her shoulder slightly, then looked at the wraith with clear amusement.

"What did you say again?"

Her tone was light and mocking.

The wraith’s breathing grew heavier.

It stared at its own arms, then back at her.

It didn’t understand.

That attack, it hadn’t felt powerful.

And yet its body had broken.

Not from the outside but from within.

The wraith gritted its teeth, rage and confusion mixing together.

With a strained voice, he asked,

"Who... who the hell are you?"

The girl tilted her head slightly.

She raised her right hand and casually rubbed her fist with her left palm, as if easing tension after a simple strike.

"I am..."

She paused. Then smiled faintly.

"...me, of course."

Then suddenly...

A cold wave spread across the battlefield, moving through the burning streets with a quiet, overwhelming presence.

The flames that once raged fiercely began to dim as frost crept over the ground, swallowing heat and light alike.

Burning structures slowed, their destruction halted mid-process as ice formed along their surfaces.

Many low-stage wraiths suddenly froze in place.

Their movements stiffened, their bodies locking as the cold seeped into them, spreading rapidly from limb to limb until they stood completely still, encased in pale blue frost.

It was clear that this cold energy was not indiscriminate, targeting only the wraiths.

The dark green-haired girl lifted her head, her expression unchanged, but her eyes sharpening slightly.

Not far from her, the General wraith also looked upward, its posture stiffening for the first time since the battle began.

Above them, suspended in the sky, a cold blue moon had appeared.

It did not belong there.

Its light spread across the city in a soft glow, yet that light carried an undeniable weight, pressing down on everything beneath it.

The girl stared at it for a moment before speaking, her voice low and uncertain.

"Seraphina V. Hale?"

At the same time, the [General] rank butler Wraith trembled.

Its composure cracked as it muttered,

"Th-the... Crimson Butcher?"