The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 30 - 29

"I can handle this."

"She’s stable now!" the Vitalist insisted, her hands trembling as her energy pulsed into him, her voice rising with a desperate edge—"You’ll die if I don’t—" her words a plea born from the terror of losing him, the only shield between her and the blond man’s wrath.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, sweat slicking her brow as she fought to keep the healing flow steady. "You have nothing left, Ryn! Just—just let me help!"

Before Ryn could protest further, before he could force her hands back to Elena, the blond man lunged with a predator’s speed, his smirk twisting into a snarl of violent intent. The air tensed, thick with the scent of burning ozone, as if the very atmosphere recoiled from the violence about to unfold. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ryn’s flames exploded around him in a roaring blaze as he surged forward, meeting the attack head-on—their fists collided with a thunderous crack that shook the room, sending shockwaves through the floor, the impact reverberating through the cracked walls and rattling the debris scattered around them.

Sparks of raw energy crackled where their powers met, the floor beneath them splintering under the force of their clash.

The blond man’s strength was monstrous, a raw, brutal force that pushed against Ryn’s fire-fueled power, but Ryn’s flames burned hotter with every strike, a defiant inferno that refused to yield, his fists hammering against his foe with a relentless fury that lit the dim space in flashes of orange and red.

His breaths came in ragged bursts, each exhale fueling the embers swirling around him like a living storm, the heat warping the air into a hazy mirage of flickering shadows and distorted outlines.

Ryn unleashed a torrent of flames, a searing wave that roared toward the blond man with the promise of incineration, the heat warping the air as it sought to engulf him—but just as before, a shimmering shield materialized out of nowhere, absorbing the fire with a faint hum of energy, its translucent surface glowing red-hot under the assault. The impact sent ripples of power dancing along its surface, the barrier flickering but holding firm against the relentless heat.

The silver-haired girl who had shielded the grunts earlier stood at the edge of the room, her slender form barely upright after Ryn’s earlier blow, her pale blue eyes glowing faintly with a cold, determined light as she summoned barrier after barrier to protect her master, her hands trembling with the effort, small cracks of energy dancing along her fingertips. Her breathing was shallow, her lips parted as if each gasp took a piece of her strength, yet still, she did not falter, did not lower her arms.

"Damn it," Ryn hissed through clenched teeth as the blond man closed the distance again, his flames sputtering uselessly against the shield—the blond man landed a brutal punch to Ryn’s ribs, a blow that sent him skidding backward across the floor, his boots scraping against the tiles as pain flared through his side, sharp and searing.

A grunt tore from his throat as he crashed against a broken pillar, rubble shifting beneath him as he struggled to push himself upright, his vision briefly blurring from the impact. His body screamed in protest, but he could not afford to fall. Not now. Not yet.

The Vitalist gasped, her breath catching in her throat as Ryn staggered to his feet, flames sputtering from his hands in weak, flickering bursts—her hands faltered over Elena, the golden light dimming for a moment as fear gripped her, her silver-gray eyes wide with the realization that Ryn might not hold much longer.

The blond man grinned, a cruel, triumphant twist of his lips as he advanced, his voice a mocking taunt—"You’re nothing without your fire tricks," his words dripping with disdain, his confidence unshaken as he watched Ryn struggle to rise.

Ryn growled, a low, guttural sound that rumbled from deep within his chest, and launched a burning fist toward him, the flames coiling around his knuckles in a desperate surge—but once more, the shield flickered into place, nullifying the attack with a shimmer of energy, the fire dissipating into harmless sparks that rained down around them.

The blond man took advantage of the moment, charging in with a predator’s speed and landing another crushing blow to Ryn’s jaw—a strike that sent him crashing against the wall with a sickening thud, the concrete cracking under the impact, dust and debris falling around him as he slumped to one knee.

Ryn spat blood onto the cracked floor, his vision blurring at the edges, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he forced himself to focus—"This shield is getting on my nerves," he muttered, his voice a rough whisper, his dark eyes narrowing with a flicker of something beyond rage—a spark of calculation.

The blond man advanced again, his boots thudding against the tiles with a deliberate menace, his smirk widening as he raised a fist to finish what he’d started—but Ryn’s mind raced, cutting through the haze of pain and exhaustion with a clarity born of necessity.

The shield girl... She’s the key.

Ryn’s eyes flickered toward a massive chunk of rubble nearby, a jagged slab of concrete torn from the wall by the earlier chaos—flames coiled around the stone as he reached out with a trembling hand, the heat igniting it into an inferno, the edges glowing red-hot as he gripped it with his power, his muscles straining under the weight.

With a roar that tore from his throat, a primal sound of defiance and desperation, he hurled the flaming boulder—not at the blond man, but directly at the shield girl, the projectile streaking through the air like a meteor, its heat warping the space around it as it barreled toward her with unstoppable force.

Her eyes widened in panic, a flash of pale blue terror as she raised her hands to conjure a barrier, her glowing fingers trembling as she summoned her power—but the sheer force and heat of the projectile shattered her defense with a thunderous crack, the shield splintering into fragments of light that dissipated into the air like broken glass.

The burning rock slammed into her, a brutal collision that sent her flying across the room, her slender body twisting in midair before she hit the floor with a sickening thud—her silver hair splayed across the tiles, her form motionless, a faint groan escaping her lips as the glow in her hands flickered and died.

The blond man’s eyes widened in shock, his smirk vanishing as he turned to see his protector crumpled in a heap, the air around him suddenly still, devoid of the shimmering shields that had kept him untouchable—his sharp blue gaze snapped back to Ryn, a mix of fury and disbelief twisting his features.

Ryn smirked, flames crackling around him with renewed vigor, the heat surging through his battered body as he rose to his full height, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce, unyielding light—"No more shields."