Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 336: Hulk Smash!

Lilith stood there, eyes glowing, knives in both hands.

"I told you to stay safe!" She shouted.

"No." Ren whispered in horror. "NO!"

Instead of relief, all he felt was horror. Because this meant instead of just one prey, the Widow now had two. But unlike him, Lilith had no regeneration. Once she was killed, she would stay dead.

His head snapped to the Widow as it turned its glowing eyes to her, its spindly legs shifting with a twitch of interest.

That was when he saw it. The way its body lowered slightly, like a predator thrilled by the new challenge. It vibrated with a quiet, eager hum, a resonance of its own fury. To it, all this was... interesting.

Very rarely does prey walk into its mist on its own accord. Even the weakest of beasts could tell that the mists were dangerous.

Ren opened his mouth. "Lili—"

Without waiting, Lilith blurred forward. She moved with grace sharpened by fury. Her soul energy surged, boosting her speed and strength.

She ducked under a stabbing leg and slashed across its side. A shallow cut opened on the Widow’s armored flank, steam hissing from the wound. The wound wasn’t due to how sharp Lilith’s knife was, but rather, the strength she had put behind the attack.

And even with that, she’d only managed to create a shallow, superficial wound.

Ren forced his body to move.

"Lilith, get out of here!"

"Shut up and fight!" She shouted back.

So he did.

The Widow lunged at her again, but Ren intercepted it, throwing himself in its path. A leg pierced through his stomach, pinning him to the ground.

He screamed, grabbed the leg with both hands, and let loose the resonance he had been building.

"Push!"

The force of the localized resonance tore the leg off at the joint. The Widow screeched and reeled back. He’d managed to sever a leg, but that was just one of eight legs.

Lilith was already in the air, her body a blue blur. She landed on its back and plunged both blades into its carapace.

It shrieked and twisted violently, hurling her through the mist. Ren caught her as she flew by, both of them slamming into a rock. Pain exploded through his body.

His arm was broken. Again. Lilith groaned beside him, blood on her lip. But she was still breathing. Still moving. That was enough.

The Widow advanced, dark blood dribbling down its carapace from where Lilith had pierced it. Its eyes glowed brighter, filled with rage.

"Ah, fuck!"

The Widow blurred, and Ren Pushed Lilith away from him.

Half a second later, the monster’s leg pierced his chest and his eyes widened as he coughed blood. The monster’s second leg rose, then descended.

Lilith’s scream filled the air as Ren’s head popped like a watermelon. The monster removed its leg from the destroyed head, before turning to Lilith, its eyes shining in challenge.

Lilith blurred forward and the monster’s leg snapped up to receive her. Her hand snapped to the leg, holding it and using it to swing herself upon its back.

Then, she went wild.

As Ren’s head slowly pulled itself back together, his thoughts began to come back. Then, his memories began returning, one after the other, then all at once.

He sat up in an instant, his eyes widening.

"I’m a fool."

Why was he fighting when he had the perfect tool to get out of the mist without fighting? Was it because he hadn’t used it as much in recent years?

There was a displacement of air and Lilith skidded to a stop beside him.

"We can’t win like this." She panted. "It’s too strong."

Ren nodded as the Widow stalked forward through its mist.

"I know." He said. "Let’s get out of here."

And with an exhale of air, he disappeared.

There was a displacement of air as Ren appeared beside Thorn.

"What the...?" Dario’s voice rang out, surprised. "You’re alive?!"

"Ren! Lilith!" Thorn shouted, pulling them into a hug. His expression turned pale. "What happened?!"

Ren had used his teleportation enhancement and teleported to the coin that was always with Thorn. He could’ve used it right from the moment he had dropped into the mist, but the ability had slipped his mind due to the fact that he hadn’t been using it much recently.

"It’s coming!" Ren gasped, turning to the mist in the distance.

A new screech filled the air.

He had teleported to the other side of the mist, but the Widow wasn’t about to let them go unscathed.

The Widow burst from the mist behind them, eyes glowing, limbs slashing the air. It had followed them through sheer instinct and rage.

Ren rose, one hand pushing Lilith behind him.

"We do it together. Now."

Lilith stepped forward beside him.

"Pull," she whispered.

"Push," Ren muttered.

Their resonances activated.

The air vibrated.

Ren pushed against the Widow. Lilith pulled it toward herself. The two forces acted in perfect opposition, and the monster was caught in between, paralyzed.

Its limbs thrashed wildly, but it could not move. Its carapace creaked under the strain.

"Hold it!" Dario shouted, already in the air. "Don’t let the Widow move!"

He had jumped with his strength, his straw hat flipping back from the force.

He landed on the Widow with a crash, the ground splintering beneath him.

His fist blurred.

CRACK.

The air shuddered. Snow exploded outward. Another punch.

CRACK.

Dario grinned madly, fists flying like a storm.

"I’ve been bored for DAYS!"

Punch after punch, the air cracked louder. The Widow shrieked, its limbs slicing wildly at nothing.

Ren and Lilith grimaced, forcing their resonance to hold it in place. The pressure built around them like a vice. Their souls burned from the effort.

CRACK.

A spider leg buckled. A fissure opened on its carapace. Mist hissed out like steam from a cracked pipe.

Dario didn’t let up.

"You picked the wrong group to chase!"

He drove his fist into the crack.

BOOM.

The Widow shrieked.

Its carapace shattered like glass. Chitin and mist burst in every direction.

Dario’s arm punched through the core of its body. He yanked his fist back with a spray of dark ichor.

The Widow twitched once.

Then it collapsed.

The mist hissed, swirling wildly.

And then, it dissipated.

The snow settled. The wind returned.

Ren dropped to one knee, sweat pouring from his face. His arms trembled, soul energy flickering. His reserves of energy was dangerously low, and he’d drained his bracers of all its kinetic energy.

Lilith sagged against him, her knives disappearing into the folds of her clothes. Her breath came in short gasps, but she stayed upright.

Dario wiped blood from his face, grinning as he walked back to the group.

"Well," he said, planting his hands on his hips, "that was fun."

Ren groaned, the fatigue of the fight for his life finally hitting him. If not for Dario, there was no way he and Lilith would have been able to kill the Widow.

Thorn stared at the broken corpse of the Widow, his jaw slack.

"Remind me to never piss you guys off."

Lilith collapsed into Ren’s side. "You do that everyday."

They had won.

But it hadn’t felt like a victory. It had felt like survival. Like clawing their way back from death with shredded nails and broken bones.

Ren tilted his head, looking at Nero and Contessa. Him and Lilith were at their weakest. This would be the perfect time for them to attack, but they just stood there, staring at the pair.

What should he make of that? Did they really mean them no harm?

He sat up, exhaling. He looked down at his clothes. He was covered in blood, but this time, it was his own blood.

He gently pushed Lilith away. "Let me get myself cleaned up."

"I don’t mind." She pouted.

"I mind."

As Ren walked and retrieved his spatial pouch, Thorn turned to Lilith. "I have a question."

"Don’t ask."

"How can you use Soul Dominion on your knives?" He asked as if he hadn’t heard her words.

"Isn’t..." He glanced at the others to see that they weren’t listening. Dario was holding their attention with his boisterous retelling of punching the Widow to death even though they had all seen it with their own eyes.

"Isn’t what Yggrasil did supposed to stop you from using your gift outside your body?"

Lilith said nothing for a second, before sighing. "Idiot. How come you haven’t gotten it yet? Even Ren managed to puzzle it without help."

"Huh?" Thorn frowned. "Just because Ren can puzzle it out, that doesn’t mean I can."

"True." Lilith chuckled. "Anyways, my knives are me."

Thorn frowned. "What do you mean..." his voice trailed off.

"Yes." Lilith grinned, seeing the look on his face. "My throwing knives have been with me for a long time. I’ve used them like they were my very hands, and my soul has been imprinted on them."

"Since they carry the imprint of my soul, they are also considered me." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Thorn exhaled, his eyes wide.

"Of course, it wouldn’t work if I get new knives. But for now, my knives are part of me."

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