Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss Chapter 441: Something Godly This Way Comes

Tam roared, water exploding outward, slamming into Thorn from every angle.

Spikes shredded his armor, drills gouged his flesh. Thorn staggered, ribs snapping, his armor splintering apart.

His knees buckled, but he refused to fall.

He lunged again, bone claws raking across Tam’s torso.

They carved shallow grooves, only for water to surge and knit them closed instantly.

Tam backhanded him, the strike sending Thorn crashing through a broken wall.

The world spun. He tasted blood and dirt in his mouth and his vision wavered.

He couldn’t feel his left leg, but he shoved himself upright again, dragging in air through his ruined lungs.

He couldn’t stop here.

With a roar that was equal parts defiance and agony, Thorn hurled himself forward again.

He poured charges into his body with reckless abandon, ignoring the tearing muscles and screaming veins.

His speed doubled, then tripled. He blurred across the street, bone spikes lashing like whips.

He and Tam beca beasts.

They fought with no tactics or finesse. Just flesh, blood, and rage.

Tam’s water crashed against Thorn’s bone, shattering spikes, breaking armor, but Thorn answered with fists, claws, and headbutts that split skin and rattled bones.

They brutalized each other, every strike costing more than it gained.

Thorn’s shoulder cracked. Tam’s jaw snapped. Thorn’s ribs caved. Tam’s knee shattered.

They staggered, leaning on each other like dying n, then struck again, tearing the world apart around them.

And then, it ca.

Tam surged forward, his golden eye flaring, his arm a drill of water and fury. Thorn didn’t dodge. He didn’t parry.

He let it hit.

The drill tore through his chest, the sound wet.

Thorn gagged, blood spraying from his lips, his body shuddering as Tam’s arm burst out his back.

"Got you," Thorn whispered, his grin bloody.

His bone arm clamped down on Tam’s wrist, locking him in place.

Charges roared through his other arm, every last drop of power he had left.

The bones lengthened, thickened, and sharpened into a monstrous spear.

Before Tam could react, Thorn drove it forward.

It punched through Tam’s chest, carving a jagged hole where his heart should’ve been.

Bone tore flesh, pierced the golden roots writhing within.

Tam’s golden eye widened, light sputtering.

His lips parted as if to curse, but only blood ca out.

The drill in Thorn’s chest sputtered, then fell apart into a weak drizzle of water.

Thorn gave one last roar, twisting the spear, shattering what remained of Tam’s chest.

The Tidecaller convulsed, his body jerking violently before going still.

His golden eye dimd, flickered once, then went out.

Thorn let go, shoving Tam back.

The man collapsed in the rubble, a hollow husk, finally silent.

Thorn staggered, blood pouring freely from the gaping hole in his chest.

His vision was dark at the edges, his knees weak. He collapsed onto one hand, coughing violently.

But then, his charges surged.

They clawed desperately through his veins, forcing muscle to knit, bone to nd, and blood to flow.

He could feel them burning through him, pushing his body beyond what it should’ve endured.

He slumped against the wall of a broken house, eyes closing.

’Ren...’ he thought, as his body fought to keep him alive. ’I didn’t let you down...’

And then darkness claid him.

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Thunder rolled like the growl of a god across the broken mountains.

The storm above was alive, the thick clouds twisting with veins of gold and black, the air trembling with power.

Below, the field was a graveyard.

Titan corpses stretched for miles, their bodies of bark and vine still twitching faintly as steam rose from where they had fallen.

The snow that blanketed the Arondale range had been churned into mud, soaked with sap that glowed faintly gold under the lightning.

The Blurred Man walked through it all.

His outline flickered in and out, his boots barely touching the ground as if reality itself wasn’t sure he existed.

Every few steps, his body wavered into a thousand fragnts before pulling back together.

Above him, the heavens cracked open further, the rent in the sky glowing like a wound.

From it ca the sound of sothing vast breathing.

The sound was slow, deliberate, and eternal.

He stopped and looked up, his faceless head tilting, and the distorted edges of his body buzzing with anticipation.

"Ah," he said, voice echoing in layers. "Yggdrasil has arrived."

Lightning split the sky, and his grin widened.

He reached sideways into a place that wasn’t there, his hand disappearing into a sar of distortion.

When he pulled it back, it held sothing that buzzed like captured lightning.

It was a writhing, luminous parasite that hissed and flickered as though alive.

"Kronos," he murmured, holding it up to the storm. "The first Great Calamity. Ti’s devourer."

The creature writhed, hungry even in its half-sleep. He let it go.

The mont it left his hand, it expanded, unfolding, stretching, and consuming.

A sphere of warped light blossod outward, humming low and deep, swallowing the entire field and rising up to encompass the crack in the heavens.

And then the world fell silent.

Inside the sphere, everything slowed.

The rain froze in midair, lightning stopped halfway across the clouds, and sound itself turned into a dull heartbeat.

Ti had been locked and caged.

When the crack split fully, sothing stepped through.

Yggdrasil descended without a sound.

It did not fall, it drifted, as if it was weightless, stopping an inch above the ruined ground.

It stood only six feet tall, human in shape, yet utterly alien.

Its skin was made of living bark, its veins glowing faintly with gold. Its eyes were molten amber, old and rciless.

It regarded the two before it, voice deep and resonant, carrying the calm of sothing that had seen the birth and death of countless ages.

"You will not interfere with my work," it said. "Go back to your realm, old children. Your cycle is done."

The Blurred Man tilted his head. "We can’t," he said softly. "Not with you still alive."

Beside him, the Forgotten stepped forward, her veil stirring though there was no wind. "It’s been a long ti, Yggdrasil."

The great being’s eyes flickered, and for a mont, sothing like sadness passed through them.

"So this is the way you choose to end it?"

She nodded once. "Yes."

The Blurred Man’s grin returned. "Then let’s end it properly."

And with a burst of distortion, he blurred forward, straight into the god’s waiting light.