An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 279: Hellfire Flame Blast

An undead knight lunged at Riven, its rusted blade cutting through the air with a shriek. Riven sidestepped, his movements sharp and instinctive, then slashed upward. His blade cleaved through the knight's neck in a single motion, the skull flying into the air. Without hesitation, he caught it mid-flight and hurled it with all his strength into another undead, shattering its face on impact.

His eyes darted from one threat to another.

A sword whistled behind him. He ducked, spun, and drove his blade into the attacker's gut before releasing a Flame Blast point-blank. The explosion tore through the creature, scattering burning bones across the frozen stone.

But for every enemy that fell, three more took its place. The horde was endless.

"This isn't working," Twilight's voice rang out in his head.

"I know," Riven grunted, cutting down another skeleton.

He took a quick glance around, searching for an opening. There were only two real options left, either unleash The One Loved by Chaos or call upon Hellfire.

But The One Loved by Chaos… he couldn't risk it. Not yet. The being that had taken Sophia, Noel, and Jack was still here. If he burned that card now, he might lose his only chance to save them.

That left only one option.

He raised his hand and summoned his Hellhound.

From a burst of flames, the beast emerged—massive and fierce, its fur wreathed in burning orange fire. With a growl that shook the ground, it bolted forward, leaping on the nearest undead and tearing its head off cleanly.

Riven's eyes gleamed with resolve. He expanded his Infernal Domain, heat rippling outward as the temperature around him surged. The frost on the walls hissed and melted.

He gripped his sword in both hands, drew a deep breath, and unleashed Hellfire.

The blade ignited instantly, a blinding orange inferno burning so hot it warped the air. The flames radiated heat and power that sent shivers through the undead army. For the first time, the soulless monsters hesitated.

Even beings incapable of fear seemed to feel it.

But hesitation was fleeting, they charged again.

Riven swung down. A massive arc of Hellfire tore through the horde, incinerating everything in its path. The explosion of heat and light vaporized the undead into ash and dust.

He moved with deadly precision, parrying, slashing, blocking spells as his flames devoured everything that came near. One by one, the undead fell, their crystals clattering to the floor.

But as his flames grew stronger, so did their toll. The heat began to burn him.

His hands blistered; flames crawled up his arms, searing his flesh. He could smell his own skin burning, feel the pain digging deeper, but he didn't stop. He couldn't.

He'd taken this pain before. It had taken days to recover. But he didn't care.

He would burn himself alive if that's what it took.

With a roar, he leapt high into the air and drove his sword into the ground. Hellfire erupted outward in a massive explosion, engulfing the battlefield. Everything within reach was turned to ash.

Undead came from the left, he dodged and sliced through them in one smooth motion. Another came from behind,he spun and cut it clean in half. A third, a mage, started to cast, but Riven hurled a Flame Blast, obliterating it in a burst of orange light.

He kept going, faster, wilder.

After thirty relentless minutes, the floor was silent. The once-massive army of undead lay reduced to heaps of blackened ash and fallen crystals.

Riven stood alone in the center of the ruin, chest heaving, sweat and blood dripping from his chin. His back was bent, his sword planted in the ground like a crutch. His arms were scorched, his skin raw and bleeding, yet the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever.

He looked up.

Across the field of ashes, the being stood, the one who had taken Sophia. It raised its hand, a green orb glowing brighter, humming with volatile energy.

The Hellhound growled and charged. The being responded instantly, launching a fireball of green flame. The impact sent the hound crashing into a wall, but it rose again, snarling, and leapt once more.

Riven moved too, forcing his broken body to respond. He sprinted forward, blade blazing.

The being traced a curved pattern in the air, releasing a sweeping arc of emerald fire. Riven roared and cut through it, Hellfire clashing against corrupted flame.

He pressed forward, stabbing through the torrent. But before he could reach it, the being conjured a swirling barrier of fire. They locked in a dead heat, Hellfire pushing against emerald flame, neither giving an inch, until the Hellhound slammed into the side of the being, breaking the standoff.

Riven seized the chance and lunged again.

Pain surged through him, his flames biting into his own flesh, but he didn't care. He poured everything he had into the attack.

The being snarled, snapping its fingers.

Geysers of green flame erupted all around, exploding outward in a storm. One caught Riven full-on, slamming him into the ceiling before he crashed to the ground with a sickening thud.

He gasped, blood spilling from his mouth. The world blurred.

His ribs felt shattered, his body screaming in agony.

But his grip on the sword never loosened.

Riven's head lifted weakly from the cracked floor, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. Blood dripped from his mouth, painting the icy stone beneath him crimson. His vision swam, every breath a knife in his chest, but still, he moved.

"Hand… them… over," he growled through gritted teeth.

The words came again, rougher, darker.

"Hand. Them. Over!"

He forced himself up onto his knees, every muscle screaming in protest. His eyes locked onto the being ahead, the one who had taken Sophia, Noel, and Jack. His vision blurred, but that figure burned clearly in his mind, like a wound he couldn't close.

The Hellhound charged again, its infernal fire burning bright as ever despite its battered form. It leapt through the haze, a roaring streak of orange flame.

The being merely raised a hand. From the green orb in its palm, it unleashed a concentrated blast of emerald fire. The explosion hit the Hellhound midair, slamming it violently to the side and into the ground. The beast howled in pain, its flames flickering weakly.

But it was never meant to win.

It was the distraction.

As the blast faded and the smoke parted, Riven was already moving. His eyes gleamed with fury. His body screamed, bones cracked, blood burned in his veins, but he didn't care.

"HELLFIRE FLAME BLAST!"

The ground split beneath his feet as he unleashed it, a colossal torrent of orange fire surging from his blade. The blast tore through the air, a spiraling inferno so intense that the very walls of the dungeon began to melt. The green glow ahead dimmed beneath the overwhelming blaze.