Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 451: Unfettered Ascendance

Ren hung in the void, panting, his body trembling from the sheer strain of holding himself together.

Where his right arm had been, there was now only burning gold, flickering weakly like the stub of a candle.

Yggdrasil hovered across from him, looking every bit a god.

"You cannot win," it said, an unnatural smile appearing on its face. "You burn brighter than any mortal should, but you are still bound by the same end as all things. You will fade."

Ren raised his head. His eyes burned, his mind racing on how to get out of this.

His body bubbled slowly, his arm regenerating, the Primordial Flame fighting Yggdrasil's energy.

The only reason he'd gotten this far in the first place was because he'd fought the Blurred Man. If he'd jumped into this without that battle, he'd already be dead.

Too many people had died for him to stop here. Failure is not an option. "If I fade…," he grinned at Yggdrasil, "then I'll burn everything with me."

The god's lips curled into something like pity. "So be it."

He moved.

The first attack came directly from the front. Yggdrasil didn't even make any attempt at deception. It had no reason to.

Ren vanished just before the attack hit, appearing above Yggdrasil in a flash of gold.

He dropped towards Yggdrasil, the Primordial Flame blazing into an inferno around him.

Yggdrasil caught the attack with a single hand, reaching beyond it for Ren.

Ren twisted, pulling back, and released a burst of golden flame point-blank.

The explosion split the air.

The god staggered, his hand blackened, bark charring. "You…"

He looked at the damage in disbelief, then laughed. "You have learned well from your masters."

Ren blurred forward again, his Unfettered Enhancement surging to life.

Every motion echoed with deja vu, echoes of himself fighting in parallel, layering experience upon experience until each move he made was getting refined in real time.

He threw a punch. Before it landed, his next self was already behind it. Then another. Then another.

The air filled with afterimages, each one slightly faster, slightly stronger, until it looked like a thousand Ren were attacking at once.

Yggdrasil tried to counter, but each block met a new variation of Ren's power. The god's arm cracked, splinters of bark flying into the void.

The Primordial Flame wrapped Ren's body like armor. He felt the fire eating him alive, but instead of pain, there was only power, feeding into the Enhancement, feeding into the storm.

Yggdrasil swept his fists in a backhand punch, and Ren blocked it, his arms holding up this time, enhancing itself from defending the attack.

Ren compressed the flames in his palm into a tiny ball, shooting it at Yggdrasil.

Yggdrasil dodged to the side, the compressed ball of fire grazing his side. The bark there blackened, and Ren could tell it had been taken by surprise.

And so, he upped the pressure.

He surged towards Yggdrasil, giving it no room to breathe. He pulled his arms back and began raining punches, rage filling his limbs.

"Aaarrgghhhh!" He yelled, feeling space blurring around his punches, as if the distance between his fists and Yggdrasil was a mere suggestion. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And slowly, impossibly, Yggdrasil gave ground.

"Impossible!" the god thundered. "You are not meant to exist outside the roots of my design!"

Ren didn't stop. "That's the thing, isn't it?" He snarled. "I don't follow your design."

He struck again, fist meeting chest. The impact sent a shockwave around them. Yggdrasil reeled backwards, bark cracking, and liquid gold leaking from the wounds.

"You can't—"

"I can."

Yggdrasil swung, but to Ren, it suddenly felt like the world had slowed down. Like he could see the god's attack coming from a mile away.

He could feel the memories of every battle he'd ever fought, every attack he'd endured, every lesson he'd learned, fusing into one synchronized whole.

And he moved.

With contemptuous ease, he batted Yggdrasil's attack to the side, pulled his fist back, and punched.

The punch landed square in Yggdrasil's chest, piercing through its bark. The god screamed, the sound shaking the stars around them.

Ren didn't stop.

Every punch he threw came layered with the knowledge of a thousand versions of itself.

He struck from every angle, each blow a perfect refinement, until even Yggdrasil's regeneration began to fail.

The god roared, summoning torrents of golden vines that lashed through the void. "Enough!"

Ren raised his arms, catching the vines as they pierced towards him. They burned away in seconds.

Yggdrasil's panic became fury. He pressed his palms together, condensing his power into a giant sphere of golden energy.

Ren could feel the pressure of the attack from where he was, but his mind was calm.

Unfettered Enhancement reassured him. He'd already won. Yggdrasil just didn't know it yet.

"Do you even know what you're fighting for?" Yggdrasil shouted. "You destroy the order that sustains you! Without me, the roots that grant the powers the world wield will rot!"

Ren met his gaze. "Then I'll plant something better."

He flung out his hand, golden fire roaring to life. The Primordial Flame stretched behind him like wings.

The god hurled his sphere of annihilation.

Ren met it head-on.

The explosion consumed everything around them. All the stars within range blinked out of existence.

Ren gritted his teeth, his Primordial Flame holding Yggdrasil's sphere at bay.

It pushed, trying to wipe him out, but he held firm, not allowing himself to stop here.

Then he reached within himself and began to funnel every drop of Lilith's soul energy inside him into the Flame.

The golden fire turned white, the glow becoming blinding.

Yggdrasil's eyes widened. "No—"

Ren thrust his hands forward, the words leaving his lips in a whisper before his brain could catch up.

"Unfettered Ascendance."

The attack erupted.

Light exploded around them. Light so pure it made darkness meaningless.

It slammed into Yggdrasil like a drill.

The god screamed, feeling the light pierce through every inch of its body.

As its body began to unravel, the energy sank into his soul, and Lilith's soul energy took effect.

It powered the flame, setting every link Yggdrasil had to the realm of existence aflame.

Light began flooding outside of the god's body, the cracks widening.

Then, there was a low whoomp, and the light exploded.

Ren shielded his eyes from the glare.

When it cleared, Yggdrasil was gone.

Only drifting embers of ash remained, dissolving into the void like dust.

Ren hovered there, chest heaving. His body shook with exhaustion, but the fire in his heart still.

The stars around him flickered uncertainly, as if they, too, were trying to remember how to exist without a god to anchor them.

He looked down at his hands.

He'd done it.

Yggdrasil was dead.