Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 201: Everybody Can Go Fuck Themselves

Elias arched an eyebrow. "I may not have your strength, but I'm not exactly made of twigs."

Ren snorted, though the sound was devoid of humor. "And I'm not made of glass. Thorn's heavy, and you don't have the endurance for it right now."

There was no room for pride or argument in his tone, just fact.

Elias grunted and fell back, letting silence fill the air again.

Lilith looked over, her white Chosen cloak swaying gently behind her. She still had the cloak, while Ren's had been destroyed in the blast.

"I miss them." Lilith said after a while, her voice soft. "Our horses. Midnight and Dawn. They were a good pair."

Ren gave a faint nod. "We'll find new ones when we reach the next city."

She smiled at that, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I could make some spectral ones." She added, brightening. "You know… soul horses. Shaped from resonance. It wouldn't take much."

Ren looked at her sharply. "No. You're still recovering."

Lilith's expression flickered. "But—"

"You took the brunt of that explosion shielding Valen and Elias. You've burned through more energy than the rest of us combined, taking a sliver of your emotions with it. I'm not risking any more damage to you over horses we don't need right now."

She sighed and looked away, eyes downcast.

The quiet returned.

Above them, birds flew in V-formations across the hazy blue, as if even nature didn't yet know what to make of the wreckage Rainhold had become.

As they walked, Ren stared at the road ahead. They would reach the next city in another day or two. Maybe less, if luck held.

When they get there, he and Lilith would return to the church as survivors of the Rainhold explosion. They'd have to find their excuses for that before they got there, but no one would question two surviving Chosen.

From there, they could continue their real mission. Finding the Blood Chosen.

A few seconds later, Elias spoke again.

"I still can't believe it." He muttered. "That all of this... the plague, it was all just a weapon from Albion?"

Ren didn't stop walking.

"That's what Vesper said."

"Still can't believe King Kane chose that dumb douche as his Red Prophet." Elias muttered. "This is insane!"

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Ren sighed. "But now that I think about it, it explains everything. The timing. The fact that it started in border villages and spread inward. The Pope wouldn't take it too seriously. After all, he thinks he can control it. But when King Kane is ready, the Pope will realize just how deep in trouble he is."

Elias looked to Ren. "So what do we do now? What's your plan?"

Ren's jaw clenched. "We don't do anything."

Elias frowned. "But—"

"This war isn't ours." Ren said flatly. "I'm not a king. I'm not a god. I'm not here to pick sides between two nations that both lost their souls a long time ago. I only care about one thing."

He looked at Thorn.

"Stopping the Calamity. Protecting my family. Everyone else…" He exhaled. "Everyone else can go fuck themselves."

They walked a few more paces in silence before Valen spoke again.

"There's something bothering me."

They all turned toward him, after all, Valen speaking was rare enough to earn their attention.

"Where are the infected?"

They paused momentarily.

Ren turned sharply. He scanned the horizon, the broken land stretching in every direction. The smoke from Rainhold still drifted faintly, and yet... not a single infected had followed them.

"Now that you mention it…" Elias muttered.

"Maybe they were all caught in the explosion?" Lilith suggested. "We saw them flooding through the city's walls. Maybe they died with the city."

Ren frowned. "No. Vesper wouldn't have lost his entire army to one mistake. He was mad, not stupid."

Then—

Hoofbeats.

The sound drifted over the hills like a warning bell.

"Riders." Elias said, hand instinctively going to the hilt of his blade.

A small dust cloud formed over the ridge ahead. Silhouettes appeared, armed men on horseback, galloping fast.

Valen raised an eyebrow. "Bandits?"

Ren's eyes narrowed. "No. Look at their formation. Controlled. Disciplined. Two already have arrows notched. That discipline? Definitely not bandits."

Lilith tilted her head as she stared at them, and Ren noticed the expression on her face.

"Don't." He said quickly, his tone filled with warning. "If they're this close to us, it also means they have shelter close by. A settlement or something."

He gestured to the wagon. "And shelter means food. Food means a faster recovery for Thorn."

The riders approached, hooves thundering now. Dirt kicked up in plumes as they swept down the hill, weapons ready.

Ren gently lowered the wagon's handle and stepped forward, raising both hands into the air. His companions mirrored him.

"We're peaceful!" He called out, voice strong and clear. "We need help!"

The riders slowed, fanning out. Bows remained drawn.

But none of them fired.

Not yet.