Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 130: Beginnings Of War

Kael flew at the head of the Druid warriors, the wind whipping through his hair and howling in his ears.

The full moon stood above, watching over everything like a chronicler, ready to record what was happening for future generations. Its silver light caught on the wings of the wyverns, making them glisten like living steel.

There were five Druids in total, one who was already in the air, patrolling, before the four left Bellamy at the base of the Green Tree, giving chase for Maria.

The riders sat, grim and hardened, their mounts enhanced with Druidic energy drawn from hastily swallowed berry powder. The buzz filled them with vigour, their focus intense.

"She's heading for the Albion border!" Kael bellowed over the wind, his voice carried by the energy within him. "We can't let her reach it!"

One of the riders beside him pulled up to match Kael's altitude. "Even if she reaches it, what can they do? She's cursed. No one will take her in."

"The Ross family might." Kael growled. "They won't hesitate to try to use her against us. Especially Lord Ross. We have to stop her now!"

They were slowly gaining on her, pouring a steady amount of energy from the lake within them into their wyverns.

With a war cry, Kael pointed forward. "Fan out and corner her!"

The warriors obeyed, breaking into a wide V formation. Below them, the trees of the wild lands stretched endlessly, the green a blur of darkness.

Above, Maria flew like a shooting star, her new wings pumping furiously as her hair of thorns formed a trailing halo behind her. Her face was grim, jaw clenched. She didn't look back.

Kael narrowed his eyes. The Dryad's essence had transformed her. Her speed, her strength, her wings. Unnatural. But they were warriors of the Tribe of Three. This battle was theirs to win.

"You!" Kael shouted, pointing to a shirtless Druid. "Flank her right! You!" He looked towards the only female Druid with them, the one who had been patrolling. "Above! Don't let her dive!"

The wyverns roared as they obeyed. The shirtless Druid darted down, his wyvern snapping its wings closed for a sudden burst of speed. The female Druid rose higher, drawing her bow.

Maria glanced back. Her wings tucked slightly as she corkscrewed through the air, vines bursting from her palms like living whips. One caught the female Druid's leg, jerking her off her mount. Her wyvern twisted in surprise at the lack of weight, diving towards its plummeting rider.

Kael didn't wait for whatever Maria had next. He angled his wyvern down and drew his axe, the bone blade sitting comfortably in his grip. He swung as he neared her.

Maria blocked the axe with a thorny wing, grunting at the force behind it. Her other hand lashed out, claws raking Kael's wyvern across the neck. Blood sprayed into the air.

Kael snarled. "Now!"

The shirtless Druid dove from the right, his war hammer swinging for Maria's ribs. She twisted in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the blow. She retaliated with a burst of thorny vines that latched onto Druid's leg, pulling him off his saddle. He fell screaming, disappearing into the canopy below.

"Fall back!" Kael yelled. "Cover me!"

Maria banked left and was met by two other warriors, their wyverns biting and snapping at her. She dove under one of the wyverns, slashing it across the chest, then spun in mid-air, kicking the other from his mount. His scream vanished in the rushing air.

Kael circled behind her again, aiming for her exposed back, his axe gleaming.

But she sensed him.

Her wings flared, and she ducked into a sharp dive, reversing at the last second. She shot upward beneath Kael and drove her claws into his wyvern's gut.

The beast shrieked, and Kael lost control. His mount twisted violently, then plummeted. He screamed as the wind roared past his ears.

They both slammed into the canopy of trees far below, the wyvern crashing through branches, Kael tumbling after.

Maria didn't look back. She turned toward the horizon. Albion's border was close.

She flapped her wings harder and disappeared into the night.

That was the last time she was seen by the barbarians.

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Present day.

Bellamy stood before the lifeless Green Tree, his eyes locked on its faded and gray veins. The bark was dull, the branches sagging. Not a single berry grew.

His hand curled into a fist.

He should've ended it back then. He should've killed Maria.

Maybe then, things wouldn't be this way. Maybe then, the Dryad would've returned. Maybe then they wouldn't have lost so many warriors to disease, starvation, and raids. Maybe then the other tribes wouldn't have started circling like vultures.

A cough brought him back to the present. "They're ready, Chief."

Bellamy turned to see Kael, or what had been left of the proud warrior after he'd led the warriors after Maria thirty years ago.

Scars crisscrossed the man's face and chest. His left eye was milky-white, blind. The right burned with fury.

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Bellamy nodded.

They walked together to the gate of the settlement, where outside, thousands had gathered.

Warriors stood in formation. They were all Druids, their wyverns circling overhead, armored and fierce. Bears growled in heavy chains, ready to carry barbarians into battle.

Bellamy stepped forward and the whole camp quietened.

He raised his axe.

"Brothers. Sisters. Today, we redeem what was stolen from us!"

A cheer rose.

"We have suffered from the rot of our own making. We've suffered from the betrayal of one of our own! We have watched the Green Tree die! But no more!"

Another cheer.

"The blood of Ilyan calls out to us. The strength of our ancestors flows in our veins. And the power of the Druids burns in our bones!"

The warriors roared.

Bellamy turned his gaze southward. "Albion took our future. Now we take it back. Today, we march. Today, we burn the Ross family to ash!"

The army screamed their approval.

Kael raised his fist. "For the Dryad!"

"For the Dryad!" The army roared, bloodlust filling the air.

The war has begun.