Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss

The wind howled in their ears as they leapt after Ren into the trench. The massive walls of water on either side shimmered as Lilith strained on the hill above, holding it back with all that she had.

This wasn't a job for Soul Dominion. It was one for Resonance magic.

Cut into the walls of the trench they were currently falling through were handholds for people to climb down in the unlikely event that the lake was devoid of water, but Ren had no intention of using it.

"Now!" He shouted.

He twisted in midair, summoning Freedom, the blade humming to life as it appeared in his hands, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

He yelled as he pulled his arm back and struck. Freedom curved through the air and with a single vertical slash, cleaved through the lakebed.

The prison, which had been long considered impenetrable, shuddered as the attack hit. A crack split the submerged fortress clean down the middle, its walls open to the air. If Lilith releases the walls of water, the prison would be overwhelmed.

There was a flutter, and above them, Thorn's cloak unfurled like a sail, growing unnaturally wide as it caught the air.

His sword whipped through the air, wrapping around their torsos as they splayed themselves horizontally to avoid being cut.

The cloak billowed out, slowing their descent like a parachute. Elias grunted as they hit the stone roof of the prison, the impact jarring but controlled.

They landed atop the fractured building, the shouts and alarms filling the air.

The Chosen guards began to pour out from the shattered roof access points, their eyes wide with disbelief and panic.

"We just broke into the unbreakable." Thorn muttered, tightening his gloves. "Let's not die doing it."

They moved as one.

Valen was the first to charge, blades drawn, a low growl escaping his throat. He hit the first wave of defenders like a storm. Steel clashed with steel, and resonance loops flared, but it wasn't enough to stop blood from being sprayed across the stone.

Valen fought like this was his last stand, his blade carving through flesh like a butcher. The Chosen were elite, well-trained, but not ready for a ghost with swords and a Divine Gift that made death a suggestion.

One caught him in the side with a blade filled with disruption resonance. Valen stumbled as his body was shredded, fell, and didn't rise.

Ren, Thorn and Elias fought without paying him any mind, the Chosen turning away. Then, a blade pierced his neck as Valen blurred into existence with the sound of static.

Ren moved with Elias through the left flank, Freedom in his hand, making him look like he was fighting air. There was no resistance as the sword cut through weapons, armor, and even spells with the same ease. Every step he took left a trail of cut stone and scattered bodies.

Thorn ducked behind him, his sword flying and coiling through the air like it was an arrow, while his cloak acted like a second fighter, grabbing weapons, redirecting attacks, and wrapping around the Chosen, suffocating them.

"They just keep coming!" Elias shouted, blocking a spear strike with a burst of white hot flames. "We need to push inside!"

Ren felt a change in the air and turned, his eyes landing on a tall man who had just walked out into the chaos. He felt it before everyone else. The crushing pressure, like a wall of iron pressing against his chest.

The Warden.

The man towered over his Chosen, armored in thick plate, and wielding a flail as long as Ren was tall with one gauntleted hand.

"You're not getting in." The Warden growled. "Turn back now."

Ren said nothing. He surged forward.

The flail crashed down, moving faster than it had any right to. Ren barely dodged, the ground exploding beside him. His hand blurred and Freedom zipped through the air, only to be met with the most surprising sound of his life.

A clang.

Freedom bounced back as it met the flail, and Ren's eyes widened in shock.

The Warden chuckled, his armor vibrating around him. "Immutability resonance."

He'd suffused himself with immutability, creating something that Freedom couldn't cut.

What happens when the sharpest blade meets the strongest shield?

Ren was eager to find out as he blurred towards the Warden, who met him with a swing of the flail. Ren ducked under it, grabbed the Warden's leg, and pulled.

The man stumbled, but twisted in the air, his hand snapping against the floor to catch him in an unexpected display of athleticism. His other hand descended, swinging his flail.

The attack caught Ren in the ribs. He stumbled backwards, and in an instant, the Warden was on his feet, pressing his advantage.

The flail wrapped around Ren's right arm and shoulder, and with a roar, the Warden ripped.

Agony exploded through Ren's body as bone snapped and muscle tore. His arm was gone.

Blood sprayed the ground.

He dropped to one knee, gasping. The Warden raised the flail for a killing blow.

And Ren grinned.

He blurred through the air, placed his left hand on the Warden's mouth, and activated Tithecraft.

Vines ripped into existence in the man's mouth, growing into his stomach and up to his brain. The man dropped his flail, his hand coming up to his throat. His resonance loop wavered, and Ren didn't waste any time.

His vines surged and with a pop, the Warden's head exploded.

He stepped back as the body fell, his regeneration kicking in.

His muscle surged, tendons knit, and bone cracked back into place. His right arm regrew in seconds, steaming with heat.

"Gate's open." He called out to the others who were finishing up with the rest of the Chosen.

After regrouping, the team surged into the prison, their blades carving a path through the last of the stunned defenders.

They followed Ren, who moved with purpose, his objective clear.

They went down through the corridors, through doors sealed with different types of resonance. Elias burned them away, Thorn disabled traps with his sword, and Valen cut down resistance.

With a grunt, the last door fell and they walked into the deepest level. The prison cell that was supposed to hold the Blood Chosen.

It was empty.

Ren stopped cold. "No."

The door stood wide open. It hadn't been breached. No. It had been opened cleanly. Recently.

Ren spun and walked out into the corridors. He stepped over the dead bodies, and grabbed one of the groaning and surviving Chosen, dragging him to the cell.

"Where is he?" He demanded. "Where is the Blood Chosen?"

The man was bruised, bleeding, and terrified.

"The Pope." He gasped. "The Pope took him. A week ago. He… he said the Blood Chosen had a job to do."

Silence.

Thorn kicked at the chains in the empty cell. "So we came all this way for nothing?"

Ren's jaw clenched.

"Not nothing." Valen said, his voice quiet. "We know where he is now."

Ren stared at the far wall.

Edenhold. The Holy City.

With a quick twist, he killed the Chosen. He turned slowly, blood still dripping from his fingertips.

"Prepare yourselves. We're going to Edenhold."