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

Chapter 195 195: Your Greatest Calamity

Lilith moved before the words were even completely out of the mouth of the Red Prophet.

A streak of pure soul energy arced from her hand as she launched forward, her blade of energy crackling through the air toward the Red Prophet. He skipped backward, his rotting lips peeling into a wide, wild grin.

Before Lilith could close the distance, the infected surged forward like a living tide. They snarled and screeched, flinging themselves at her.

"Come now, Lilith." The Red Prophet cackled. "Is that it?"

Then they exploded.

The chain of rotting flesh and blood burst outward, forcing Lilith to leap back midair. As she landed, she whipped her hand through the air, summoning a curved dome of soul energy. It flared to life just in time to shield herself, Elias, and Valen from the concussive blasts.

The blast rocked her shield, pressure pounding against it in rhythmic bursts. Every time she reinforced it, another zombie threw itself against her defenses.

Elias stood in a ready stance, his eyes narrowed as he watched the zombies through the translucent barrier. "They just never stop."

Valen stood, his blades held loosely in both hands. "He's just toying with us."

Outside the dome, the Red Prophet laughed like a madman, spinning theatrically beneath the raining ash. "You disappoint me, Lilith! So cautious. So reserved. And here I thought the monster inside you liked to play!"

Lilith's shield trembled as the zombies kept crawling out of the alleys and side streets, throwing themselves at her. She gritted her teeth at the feeling of frustration within her.

This was not the way things should be! She could've crushed him before his mouth even opened. She felt like she was fighting with both her arms and legs tied as she suppressed her overwhelming power.

Elias noticed her breathing quicken. "Lilith," he said softly, "don't. I know what you want to do. I can feel it. But don't give in to that power."

Her fingers twitched. "He deserves it."

"And maybe he does," Elias said calmly, placing a hand on her back. "But you'll destroy yourself too. You know you will."

The Red Prophet raised his voice then, interrupting their conversation. "Oh, Lilith... while you've been here playing with my toys, guess who I found?"

Lilith's head snapped toward him.

"Your fiance. Ren Ross. And that little shadow with him. Thorn, was it?" The Prophet's eyes gleamed. "I have my eyes on them. I see their every move. Their every breath. And I wonder…" He licked cracked lips. "How should I end them? Slowly? Together? Or perhaps I'll let one watch the other die."

"Lilith!" Elias snapped.

Her body trembled as a dark fury rose within her. How dare he?!

The Red Prophet's laughter grew louder. "Oh, you should have seen your precious Ren, scrambling like a rat through the wreckage of Rainhold! Pathetic!"

Lilith screamed.

Her shield dropped, and dozens of infected turned toward the opening, lunging, but Lilith moved faster. Her arms snapped forward, threads of glowing soul energy exploding from her fingers and piercing every single infected in view.

The battlefield froze.

Even the Red Prophet.

Lilith stood tall in the center of it all, her white hair rippling as if there was a breeze, her eyes glowing brighter than stars. Thin threads of soul energy stretched from her to every zombie in the vicinity.

The Prophet blinked. Then twitched.

His body began trembling.

Lilith's threads sank deeper into the zombies, wrapping around their remaining souls—if they could still be called that.

"You think you can sever them?" The Red Prophet asked, his voice trembling with exertion as he fought within himself to stop Lilith's power. "You can't cut what's already dead, girl. Their souls belong to the Red Tree. You'd have to cut it down."

"I don't need to sever them." Lilith whispered.

The zombies began to move.

Not toward her.

Toward him.

The Red Prophet's smile flickered on his face. "No…"

"They're still linked to you." Lilith said softly, her voice dark and cruel. "But now they answer to me too. What does it feel like, Prophet, when your own puppets turn against you?"

The zombies inched forward, twitching, resisting, their bodies trembling violently as their souls fought to obey the conflicting pulls of the Prophet's roots and Lilith's soul threads.

The Prophet's grin returned, but it was strained now, the corners twitching. "You… can't..."

"You talk a lot about roots." Lilith said, stepping closer. "But even the roots fall before a calamity. And I… am your greatest calamity."

She raised her hand.

And her army obeyed.

The infected fell upon the Red Prophet with a fury. Teeth tore at flesh. Nails dug into muscle. The Prophet screamed, clawing at them, his limbs flailing as they clambered up his body like starving beasts.

He tore them off himself with unbelievable strength, but more surged forward.

"No! NO! I made you!"

Their claws raked his face. Their teeth tore at his chest. His own soldiers peeled him apart, piece by piece.

Lilith watched, her grin now mirroring his from before. "How does it feel to be eaten by your own tree, Prophet? How—"

She froze, her eyes widening as she felt it.

The resonance pulsed through the ground, traveling through the whole city.

She leapt back, calling to Elias and Valen. "Get close!"

They rushed toward her without hesitation. Her dome snapped into place just as the street split open, a rumble rising through the ground.

An earthquake.

No. It was far more than that.

Lilith threw another layer beneath their feet, sealing the ground with soul-forged energy as the vibrations grew stronger. The ground twisted. Buildings cracked, and the spikes shot out of the ground.

Dozens of them, each the size of spears, burst from the earth at once. They tore through the zombies. Through the Red Prophet.

He didn't even have time to scream again as one spike went through the spine, and another through the chest. The last went straight through the center of his head.

Then—

Boom.