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

Chapter 191 191: All At Once

"Have I ever told you how tracking actually feels for me?" Thorn asked as they walked through someone's living room.

"Yes, you have." Ren said flatly. "Counting just today alone, too many for me to find an actual fuck to give."

"At this point, I don't know whether to feel honored or flattered." Thorn grinned as they got to the bedroom. "I'm being used as a hunting dog."

"On one hand, it means I'm the only one skilled enough for this." He threw open the window. "On the other hand, I'm just a hunting dog."

He stepped onto the window sill, taking a leap and landing on the window of the other house, slipping inside. This was one of the benefits of Elnorian cities being so crowded. The houses are just too close to each other.

Ren jumped to the next building after Thorn, taking a moment to glance down at the city streets below them.

The zombies swarmed the streets below, some of them chasing after the still uninfected humans and others just shambling through.

"Whatever I suggest you feel about this, you're just gonna pick whatever you want anyways." Ren said.

"Now I'm offended at how right you are." Thorn chuckled.

They moved through several buildings, thorn keeping a running commentary. Until when he grew serious. Or at least, as serious as he could get.

"We're close." He murmured, ducking under a broken beam of an abandoned building. "Smell that? Blood and bark. That has to be the Prophet."

Ren stepped over a shattered table, following after Thorn. "I don't actually smell that but I trust you."

"It's the same smell from the infected. Just stronger and fresher. Like an original source." Thorn gave a small grin.

They reached another window, but this time, Thorn didn't step through. He quietly took a place beside it and peeked. "Yeah. We're here."

Ren took a place at the other side of the window, taking a peek of his own. From their vantage point, the building looked normal. There was nothing about how it looked that signified that the Red Prophet was there and that surprised Ren a bit.

I guess I was expecting some kind of monument painted in blood. You know, something that just screams zombie control headquarters.

But even with the lack of any obvious markings of nefarious activity, there were subtle markings. Plenty of them. Enough to create one giant obvious sign that this was truly the Red Prophet's lair.

At every entrance and exit, zombies shambled along to make sure there was always someone there, as if they were patrolling. Rats squirmed through cracks, their eyes red with infection. If everything else didn't give it away, the rats definitely did.

"That's it." Thorn said, meeting Ren's eyes. "That's the Prophet's nest."

Ren narrowed his eyes, observing the movement patterns. After a few minutes, he spoke. "There's no clean path to getting inside."

"Nope." Thorn agreed. "And if he's half as smart as you think he is, and judging by the fact that he knows who you are, he's definitely aware that you're coming."

Ren leaned against the wall, going through his options. "Teleportation's out. Too many eyes. If he knows me, then he knows how I fight. Every room in there probably has eyes of some kind, watching. The second I toss a coin or blink into view, the whole place will light up."

He stood there, trying to find the best path to the Red prophet when the wind shifted.

Ren frowned, looking up as the sky darkened.

Flying above the city were thousands of infected birds, their wings trying to blot out the light of the sun. Thousand of birds acting this way during an attack by the Red Plague? There was only one reason.

Thorn swore under his breath. "He's going to drown the city from above."

Ren clenched his fist, his mind running a mile a minute. There was no time to waste, so he quickly settled on an idea.

He turned to Thorn. "I've got it. We're ending it here."

Thorn frowned slightly. "You sure?"

Ren nodded, stepping back from the window. "I'm going to level the whole damn building."

He focused, closing his eyes. The air trembled around him as he began forming a resonance loop, Unfettered Enhancement working over time.

[Level Up: Resonance Magic Lvl 3.]

[Level Up: Resonance Magic Lvl 4.]

[Level Up: Resonance Magic Lvl 6.]

The energy spiraled through him, twining with both himself and the world around him, feeding off the current chaos.

He reached into his spatial pouch, withdrawing coin after coin, absorbing them rapidly through Tithecraft. Gold vanished in flashes, converted into pure power.

He slammed the energy into his plant switch, deep in his mind, feeling it stretch and overflow as if it was about to burst.

The world grew clearer, as if a deity had taken a rag and wiped the glass Ren was looking through.

Then, he pulled out Freedom.

The blade slithered out of the spatial pouch, light reflecting off it.

Thorn stepped back to the other end of the room, giving him space. "You better hit hard."

Ren said nothing. He raised Freedom, pouring his energy into it. The blade shimmered, its edge vibrating, blurring.

Just as the birds in the sky arched downward in formation, Ren released the full might of his Soulbinding, Tithecraft, and Resonance magic. All at once.

Freedom descended, the strike silent… until it landed.

The air exploded.

The building split from rooftop to foundation, the cut impossibly clean.

The ground groaned as the plant energy from Tithecraft surged through it, massive vines erupting from the earth like serpents. They coiled around the structure and squeezed in a tight grip, pulverizing stone and wood.

Then, Ren Pushed.

His bracers lit up, unleashing every drop of force he had stored in it. The force blast and resonance push howled with pressure as they smashed into the crumbling building.

The entire structure convulsed.

Then, it shattered.

The sound was a thunderclap, a raw, furious roar that echoed through every alley, every rooftop, and every frightened soul still alive in Rainhold.

The building didn't just fall. It was annihilated. It shattered into a mix of splinters, ash, and dust, with not a single piece being bigger than a fist.

The shockwave swept across the rooftops, tearing through the air and clearing whatever smoke was in its path. Debris scattered like leaves in a storm.

Then, silence.

The birds stilled. For the first time that day, Rainhold was quiet, the air didn't vibrate, and the infected hesitated.

Ren lowered his arms slowly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Sweat dripped down his forehead at what he'd just done, his fingers still tingling from the power he'd unleashed.

He turned toward Thorn, who was now standing beside him, wide-eyed.

"Well," Thorn muttered, brushing dust off his cloak. "I think that counts as a proper entrance."

But Ren didn't smile.

His eyes remained fixed on the ruin, waiting.

Because if the Red Prophet had survived that…

They were going to need more than force.