Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 447: It Was Mine!

Ren stood in the heart of the broken, fiery dimension. This was the place where he had been undone and remade.

The floor shimmered faintly beneath his boots, the residual heat from the presence of the Primordial Flame comforting.

Around him, scattered across the floor, lay the remnants of his past.

Weapons collected from fallen foes. The various pieces of armors he’d seen and liked. Dozens of trinkets, relics, coins, and scrolls from every journey and battlefield.

There were even various cuts of meat, from the beasts they’d killed to sustain themselves while living on the mountain range.

His old pouch had burst open during the Flame’s cleansing, pouring his belongings across the floor like the guts of a world turned inside out.

He knelt, his fingers brushing the things within reach.

Lilith came up beside him, one hand resting lightly on her stomach, the other hovering near his shoulder.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.

Ren smiled faintly, shaking his head.

"You know," he said quietly, "I used to think all this was what defined me. Every fight, every piece of power I collected, it felt like proof that I was getting somewhere."

He exhaled slowly, his green eyes glowing with warmth as he stood.

"But now," his gaze swept the floor, "I already have everything I need."

He reached out, taking Lilith’s hand.

His thumb brushed against her knuckles, then drifted down to her stomach, feeling the faint warmth of new life settling there.

A small, tired smile appeared on her face. "You’re not taking anything?"

Ren looked at the scattered remains of his past again, then shook his head. "No. I’ve carried too much weight already. It’s time to let it go."

He lifted his other hand. The air shimmered, and the entire dimension began to fold in on itself.

The light compressed, bending and collapsing until the very fabric of this space twisted into a single burning spark, which hovered briefly in his palm before vanishing completely.

And then, they were standing once more beneath the open sky.

They appeared in front of the Elder’s Building, the ruins stretching out around them.

Smoke rose in twisting pillars. The ground was scorched, and the air was heavy with the smell of ash and blood.

The city of Carthage, once an underground marvel of stone, was nothing but bones.

Lilith gripped his hand tighter, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Ren..."

He was about to answer when the air shifted.

A wave of darkness rolled through the ruins. The ground quivered beneath them, and the faint glow of the Primordial Flame inside Ren flared in response.

Ren turned his head just as a shadow stepped out from the smoke.

Death.

He looked like a man barely holding himself together.

His aura was fractured, his once perfect composure replaced by something raw, feral, and desperate.

The scythes that had once shone with dark perfection now flickered, like dying candles.

But his eyes... they burned.

"You," Death rasped. His voice shook with fury, with grief so deep it bordered on madness. "You... took it."

Ren said nothing.

Death took a step forward, his presence making the air curdle.

"Do you know what I sacrificed? What I lost?" His voice rose. "Everything I’ve done! Every death, every war, was to claim it! And now..." His words broke into a choked laugh. "Now you hold it?"

Lilith stepped forward, but Ren raised a hand slightly. His eyes never left Death’s.

"Leave, Death," he said quietly. "It’s over."

"Over?" Death’s voice twisted. "You don’t understand! The Primordial Flame was meant for me! It was mine!"

His aura surged outwards, a tide of dark energy that warped the very ground.

The dead around them twitched and rose for a heartbeat before burning to ash under his fury.

The sky dimmed, and for a moment, the air itself froze.

Death’s scythes glowed crimson-black as he streaked forward, faster than sight, becoming rage incarnate.

Lilith moved on instinct, her Pull resonance flaring to drag Ren out of the path... but Ren didn’t move.

The Primordial Flame within him shuddered once.

He raised his hand lazily, and the space between them burned.

Death’s aura met the Flame, and disintegrated. His aura vanished like smoke, and he staggered to a stop, eyes wide.

"What— what is—"

Ren’s expression didn’t change. He extended two fingers. "You should rest now."

He snapped.

A ripple spread outwards.

Death’s body froze, his scythes falling apart like sand. The fire caught him from within, white and gold, burning his existence.

There was no scream. No sound at all.

Death simply... burned.

Faster than he could dodge, the fire touched him, and in a flash, he was simply a pile of ashes on the ground.

Lilith turned to him, eyes wide. "Ren..."

He exhaled softly, lowering his hand. "It’s done."

Silence filled the air.

Ren’s gaze swept the horizon, taking in the devastation.

Entire layers had been flattened. Fires burned in distant plazas. The corpses of soldiers, both human and iron legion, littered the ground.

And then, his eyes caught movement.

Far to the west, at the edge of a shattered district, a faint flicker of light pulsed weakly. A soul’s last ember struggling not to fade.

Ren’s heart lurched.

"Thorn."

Without another word, he reached out, placing a hand on Lilith’s shoulder. The Primordial Flame flared again, and the world shifted.

In a flash, they were gone from the ruins of the Elder’s Building.

They reappeared miles away, standing in what remained of a torn street, not too far from where they’d left him.

Thorn lay sprawled amidst the rubble, his bone armor shattered, his body broken in half a dozen places.

Ren fell to one knee beside him, pressing a hand to his friend’s chest.

Thorn’s soul was flickering, his breaths were shallow, and his pulse faint.

"Come on," Ren whispered. "Don’t you dare stop now."

He reached inward, drawing a thread of the Primordial Flame’s power, and sent it into Thorn.

The effect was immediate.

The fire poured through his friend’s body, spreading along the broken bones, through the ruined flesh, and into the fading soul.

Thorn gasped once, then fell unconscious again.

The Flame began to work.

Lilith watched in awe as the golden light threaded through Thorn’s body, repairing what had been destroyed.

The shattered armor reformed, the bones knitting back together stronger than before. His pulse returned, slow but steady.

But the Flame didn’t stop at healing.

It dug deeper, reaching into the roots of Thorn’s power.

Ren could feel it. The Blood Tree’s dark influence, still tangled in his friend’s soul.

The Flame burned it away.

The connection snapped with a silent flash of red, dissolving into nothing.

Ren exhaled in relief, lowering his hand. Thorn’s breathing steadied, his body no longer trembling. But his eyes didn’t open.

Lilith crouched beside them. "Ren? Is he—"

A voice interrupted her.

"He’s fine."