Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 442: The Right Strategy

The air in the hall hummed with red lightning. It crackled and snaked across the walls like living veins of fire, searing through the columns and scorching black lines into the floor.

Dario stood in the center of it all, his straw hat now back on his head, casting a crooked shadow across his grin.

His hands glowed faintly red, arcs of energy crawling over his fingers like restless serpents.

Ren and Lilith stood side by side, both breathing hard, both refusing to back away.

No matter how hard they tried, they just couldn’t slip past.

The next bolt came as it always did, without any warning.

It tore through the air with a sound like ripping metal, slamming into Ren’s chest. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

His Vine Armor thickened instinctively, layers folding over each other as green energy hardened into blackened plates.

The lightning struck, and the outer layer crumbled, turning into fine ash before another layer rippled outward to take its place.

Ren grunted, the force driving him back several steps. "Lilith—"

"I’m on it!" she snapped. Her knives spun out of her hands in a blur.

Dario tilted his head slightly, his grin widening. Red lightning coiled around his arm, and with a flick of his wrist, the air itself shimmered.

The knives didn’t bounce off him, they simply evaporated, turning into harmless mist before they could reach his body.

"Solid to gas," Ren muttered, watching the way the air distorted around Dario.

Dario spoke, his eyes narrowed. "I’ve always liked the fact that you catch on quick, Ren. But you should’ve turned back."

He stepped forward, and his next strike wasn’t a bolt, it was a wave.

Red lightning spread across the floor, changing it into glass that shimmered with deadly heat.

Ren Pushed off with his resonance, launching himself and Lilith upward just as the glass erupted into a burst of vaporized shards.

They hit the ground behind a toppled column, smoke burning their throats.

Lilith coughed, wiping her eyes. "We can’t beat this guy, Ren. He’s—"

"I know." Ren’s voice was low, his mind calculating. "But we don’t need to."

Lilith blinked. "What?"

Ren looked through the haze, his green eyes locked on Dario. "He’s guarding the door. That’s all. We just need to get past him."

Dario’s voice echoed through the hall. "You’re whispering about me, aren’t you?"

Ren didn’t answer. He stood, vines coiling tighter around his body.

"Cover me," he said.

Lilith nodded once. She unleashed her waves of knives, almost a hundred of them, the knives flying in the red haze like silver stars.

Each one she threw came back in a curved trajectory, guided by her Pull resonance, forcing Dario to dodge in tight circles.

Ren dashed forward, the ground cracking under his feet. Every step he took left behind vines that burst from the tiles, twisting into barriers between him and Dario’s lightning.

Bolts streaked towards him, but the armor absorbed them, the outer layer always crumbling, another forming instantly.

His body steamed under the strain.

When he got close, Dario struck again, his hand glowing. Red lightning met green vine in an explosion of light. Ren staggered but held his ground.

Lilith seized the moment. She pulled every knife back at once, the hundred silver blades whipping through the air.

They didn’t aim for Dario this time. They struck the walls and ceiling, cracking the stone supports.

Ren streaked to Lilith, grabbed her hand and Pushed. Together, they vaulted backwards, just as the hall began to shake.

Cracks raced up the columns and the roof groaned. Dario’s eyes widened as the supports gave way.

A moment later, the entire hall collapsed.

Dust and stone swallowed everything, the sound deafening as tons of marble came crashing down over Dario’s glowing figure.

Ren didn’t wait to see if it was over. He pulled Lilith up and they sprinted for the rear corridor, coughing through the falling dust.

"Go!" he barked.

They plunged into the winding passage leading deeper underground.

Ren Pushed at the ceiling, collapsing it entirely behind them as they ran. The tunnel rumbled with each blast, sealing off the way.

By the time they reached the final staircase leading down to the basement, both were both covered in dust.

Ren leaned against the wall, catching his breath. "That should slow him down."

Lilith nodded, panting. "If he could even be slowed."

They exchanged a look, then turned towards the darkness below. The Primordial Flame was waiting.

Without another word, they descended.

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The mountain shuddered as the generals fought.

Skybreaker’s colossal body dominated the horizon, its every movement feeling like it was shaking the bones of the world.

The giant swung a steel arm the size of a tower, shattering the ridge where Aurelius hovered, wrapped in his temporal aura.

Every blow from the colossus seemed to weigh the same as the mountain around them.

Aurelius dodged, allowing the blows to bypass him, but wherever he dodged to, Death was always there.

The man was like the grim reaper himself, his scythes held in both hands, his aura spreading like a sea of midnight, eating sound and color.

Then the world shifted again. The sky flickered, and another presence entered the battlefield.

A dozen black chains tore through the air, splitting through the storm like shooting stars.

They slammed into the Skybreaker’s arm, wrapping tight before pulling backwards. The metal on the massive machine’s hand groaned, its movements stalling for the first time.

A voice followed, calm but filled with fury. "You’ve destroyed enough of my city."

Kant ascended from the broken city below, his scholar’s cloak tattered and burned, his pale eyes gleaming like distant moons.

His staff was gripped tightly in his right hand and all around him, the chains rippled and writhed as if alive, drinking the light from the air.

Aurelius, fighting through the storm, turned briefly. "Kant!"

Kant came to a stop, hovering in the air beside him.

"I’ll handle Death." His voice was grim. "Finish the giant."