Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss Chapter 443: Death Already Knows Your Name

Death’s head tilted slightly as he regarded the newcor.

"You should have stayed hidden," he said. "Knowledge ans nothing when death already knows your na."

"Then co test that theory," Kant said coldly.

He spun his staff once, chains erupted from patches of shadow that appeared in the air, lashing out towards Death.

Death t them head-on, his scythes a blur.

The first swing cleaved through the nearest chain, shattering it into black dust, but another wrapped around his wrist, pulling tight. Sparks burst as he dragged the chain taut, cutting it with a single twist of his blade.

They fought, moving too fast for mortal eyes.

Death spun low, slicing across Kant’s knees, but a chain shot from the ground, coiling around Death’s ankle and yanking him sideways.

Death fell backwards, but his aura reached out like a storm tide, erasing the shadows the chains were born from. Then, he pulled back, swinging.

Kant fashioned a giant shield of chains and the attack struck, sending him flying.

He landed hard, cratering the ground around him and killing every living being within range.

Soldiers on both sides looked up just in ti to be swept away. So turned to dust, and others were crushed by the shockwave.

Death streaked towards Kant, swinging one scythe in a wide arc, its edge passing through the world like smoke. The wave of darkness it unleashed erased a city block.

Kant slamd his staff into the ground, summoning a cage of chains around himself. The chains caught the black tide and drank it, glowing faintly red as they absorbed Death’s power.

He lifted his staff, and the energy he had stolen turned into a storm of shadowy lances. They rained down on Death like a thousand spears.

Death twirled both scythes, cutting through the storm. In the next instant, he appeared behind Kant, swinging.

Kant’s staff ca up just in ti, catching the blow. He pushed forward, his chains exploding outwards, wrapping around Death from every direction.

For a mont, he had him. Every link tightened, sinking deep into Death’s aura.

Then Death smiled.

His scythes flashed, and all the chains turned to dust.

Before Kant could react, Death moved. His aura consud the air itself, his speed absolute.

The first scythe tore through Kant’s side, the second followed through his chest.

He gasped, his blood splattering the surrounding.

Death leaned close. "For what it’s worth," he said softly, "you lasted longer than most."

He twisted both blades.

The chains that had once filled the sky fell limp, fading like smoke. Kant’s staff clattered to the ground, cracking in two.

Death stepped back as Kant collapsed, then turned his gaze upwards, where the roaring Skybreaker and the Warden were still fighting

The Skybreaker fought, its shadow covering the layers around it, every step crushing towers into dust.

Against that impossible size, Aurelius looked like a speck of green light. Yet each gesture of his gauntleted hands warped the world.

The Warden of Law moved through the chaos like a conductor directing ti itself, turning seconds into weapons.

Temporal halos flared around him, distorting the giant’s blows, freezing, rewinding, and skipping monts to make each attack miss him.

And then ca Death.

He streaked towards them without hesitation.

Aurelius saw him coming and thrust out a hand, ti collapsing into a sphere around Death.

But Death sheared through the sphere, shattering it, his aura devouring the mont itself.

Then they collided.

The air scread as Death’s scythe t Aurelius’s sword. The clash sent shockwaves that knocked the Skybreaker back a step, its colossal armor plates grinding together with an ear-splitting groan.

Aurelius pivoted, his strikes fast enough to blur. He was rewriting ti around each blow, attacking Death from multiple futures at once.

But Death moved through them all, his scythes sweeping through the air, erasing possibilities as easily as flesh. Every missed attack aged the ground beneath them centuries in an instant.

The Skybreaker roared, swinging an arm at Aurelius.

Death, who was too close, streaked out of the way, disengaging with Aurelius.

Aurelius took the opening. His gauntlet blazed white, and he appeared above the giant’s shoulder, ti bending around him.

"Fall," he commanded, and the seconds obeyed.

The Skybreaker’s arm froze mid-swing. Every cog, every joint, every beam of its construction paused. Aurelius followed through, slamming energy downward.

The Skybreaker’s shoulder collapsed in a wave of imploding matter.

Death blurred upward beside him, scythes flashing.

Their duel spilled across the colossus’s body, Aurelius sprinting along its armored spine while Death pursued, the two of them fighting atop the god-machine like insects atop a titan.

Each attack carved craters into the tal body.

When the Skybreaker’s head turned, its blue eyes flaring like suns, Aurelius appeared before it in a blink.

"For Carthage," he whispered.

He raised both arms, ti spiraling around them like twin galaxies, and then released.

The world blinked.

For one heartbeat, everything stopped. The wind, the thunder, even Death.

Then the Skybreaker’s head detonated.

The explosion tore through the clouds, light blooming bright enough to sear the retinas of every living thing for miles.

The colossus staggered, its neck raining shards of tal. The headless titan stumbled.

But it didn’t fall.

Even without eyes, it continued to move, swinging its arms blindly, crushing the mountain as its balance failed.

Death flashed, appearing behind Aurelius.

Aurelius turned, already thrusting with his sword.

Death sidestepped the attack, but Aurelius was already there, waiting in another second.

Their weapons clashed again, their movents impossible to follow.

Below them, the Skybreaker stumbled and fell to one knee. Its impact split the land, sending a shockwave through Carthage’s remaining layers.

The battlefield turned to chaos as soldiers fled from the collapsing mountainside.

Death lunged, both scythes arcing downwards. Aurelius blocked one, but the other cut through his side, sending blood spraying through the air.

He snarled, snapping his fingers. The wound reversed for a mont, sealing itself, only for Death’s other scythe to strike again, cutting deeper.

His second scythe followed, but Aurelius caught it and twisted. Ti convulsed, the air rippling with energy.

Death froze for a breath, long enough for Aurelius to swing. His sword descended towards Death’s chest, catching one of the scythes and shattering it.

Death stumbled, his aura flickering.

But then, slowly, he smiled. "You can’t unmake the end, Aurelius."

He reached forward and placed his hand on the Warden’s chest.

Everything stopped.

Aurelius looked down as his silver armor turned black, rusting, cracking, and crumbling. The light around him dimd, fading into nothing. His sword fell apart in his grip.

In his final mont, he tried to speak, to command ti one last ti, but no words ca. His mask fractured, revealing eyes wide with disbelief.

Then, like a statue eroded by centuries in a heartbeat, Aurelius collapsed into dust.

The Warden of Law was gone.

Death stood alone in the middle of the ruined Carthage, the headless Skybreaker still moving and wrecking havoc behind him.

In the distance, there was a patch of the world that seed to have been erased, but he paid it no mind. It had to be his imagination.

Then, with an exhale, he turned and began heading towards the Elder’s Building.

Everyone else was dead.

It was ti to claim the Primordial Fla.