Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 344: Soul Threads

Lilith stared at Ren’s body.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Not with the sight in front of her.

Just like the rest of her body, her eyes were frozen, locked on the corpse of the man she loved.

Surprisingly, maybe due to the power of the arrow, his blood steamed in the snow, as the space where his head had been was still leaking. His body lay still, arms limp at his sides, cloak splayed like wings beneath him.

One moment he had been standing, ready to head to the Eight Peak. And the next? He was dead.

This wouldn’t be a problem, except for one thing?

Lilith’s lips moved, almost involuntarily, voicing her thoughts. "Why isn’t he healing?"

Thorn dropped to his knees beside the body, his hands hovering uselessly over the neck. "No. No, no, no! Ren?!"

There was no answer. No twitch. No movement of skin and bone reminiscent of regeneration.

Thorn grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "Come on, you bastard, heal! You always heal—!"

But Ren wasn’t healing.

Thorn’s voice cracked. "Why isn’t he healing?!"

Lilith’s lips parted. A breath escaped. Thin. Shallow. Almost soundless.

She dropped to her knees beside Ren, her fingers trembling as she touched his chest, right over his heart. There was still a flicker of life, barely there.

The arrow had done more than destroy his head.

It had torn through one of the seams of the soul threads that Lilith had used to revive Ren when he’d died back when he’d been assassinated by the Penny Prince. The same soul threads that held his body and soul together.

"His soul energy is gone." Thorn whispered, horror dawning in his voice. "It... it took away his energy. The arrow! It’s not just physical damage. That arrow drained him of all his energy!"

Still frozen, Lilith’s hand remained over his heart.

She couldn’t stop the shaking.

"Lilith!" Thorn’s voice pierced through her fog. "Do something! You’re the only one who—!"

"I know." She whispered.

She inhaled, then exhaled slowly. Focused.

Then, she pressed both palms flat against Ren’s chest and pushed.

Soul energy surged from her body into his like a wave crashing against dry land.

Thorn’s eyes widened. "What—? How are you doing that?! You have a limiter! You’re not supposed to be able to use your soul energy outside your body!"

Lilith didn’t answer right away. Her eyes stayed locked on Ren, her lips moving silently.

"I couldn’t do it... not for anyone else." She finally said. "But Ren... he’s different."

More soul energy poured into him like a giant waterfall, warm and unrelenting.

"Just like my knives, he’s been a part of me for years. My soul threads hold his entire being in one piece. My soul is... bound to him. Just like his is bound to me."

Thorn stared in disbelief. "That’s— That’s not possible." His next words were quiet, like he couldn’t believe what he was quite saying. "Or is it?"

"It is." Her voice was quiet. "Because it’s my soul threads keeping him together. I’ve always been within him in the same way he has always been within me. Always."

Beneath her hands, something shifted.

The blood stained snow began to bubble.

The mess that had once been Ren’s head twitched.

The soul energy knitting his flesh began to flash, as his ability to regenerate finally kicked in.

His bones emerged first. Then sinew. Then skin.

Then, a face finally took shape. Slowly. Painfully.

With a gasp, Ren’s body arched. He inhaled sharply as his new eyes opened wide.

He groaned.

"Fuck. What was that?" His voice was raspy, barely audible. "My head... is trying to explode again."

Lilith let out a noise between a sob and a laugh as she leaned forward and hugged him tightly, still feeding him a stream of soul energy.

He sagged into her, groaning again as the headache roared behind his eyes.

But it was better than nothing. He was, after all, alive.

Thorn slumped backward in disbelief, hand over his chest. "You absolute bastard. You scared the hell out of me."

Ren’s eyes fluttered open as the pain began to dull. "I felt something... rip through me."

"It was an arrow." Thorn muttered. "You didn’t even see it coming."

Ren closed his eyes briefly. "Of course it was."

He opened his eyes again, slowly sitting up in Lilith’s arms. Her hands stayed on his chest, soul energy still rushing into him. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He turned his head just slightly, pain flashing through his face.

"That arrow... it was more than an arrow enchanted to never miss its target. I couldn’t feel anything. It somehow ate my regeneration."

Thorn nodded. "We figured that out."

Ren exhaled sharply. "That wasn’t any ordinary attack."

Lilith’s eyes narrowed. "Then who?"

He didn’t answer immediately.

Then, he did.

"The Rank Nine." He said, voice grim. "The one they boosted."

They all froze.

The wind fell still.

Then came the sound.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Boots. Heavy. Slow. Approaching through the snow.

Ren stiffened, his breath catching. Still leaning against Lilith, turned his head slowly, every muscle in his body tensing.

Thorn scrambled to his feet beside them, his bone arm held at the ready. Lilith’s hands didn’t leave Ren’s chest, but her eyes lifted... and narrowed.

They all felt it.

That creeping, cold sensation washing over them like fingers brushing the back of their necks. The kind of chill that didn’t come from the weather.

It came from him.

Death.

He walked toward them in absolute silence, his black cloak trailing through the snow without sound or mark.

His hood was up, the darkness of the night swallowing his face. The very air bent around him. The edges of his cloak fluttered but not from the wind.

An owl passed overhead, gliding silently through the night sky.

It dipped too close.

The instant it crossed into the invisible aura surrounding the cloaked figure, its wings snapped stiff, and it dropped like a stone.

Dead before it hit the snow.

None of them breathed.

Death stopped twenty feet away from them, the edge of his aura just brushing the snow in front of their boots. It did not pass that line.

He stood there, unmoving, and then...

He spoke.

His voice was deep. Not merely deep in tone, but deep in a way that felt wrong. Like it came from below the earth, or behind reality itself.

"Are you alright?"

The question hung in the air like a falling star. Unexpected, strange, and heavy.

Ren stared. Thorn looked ready to bolt. Lilith didn’t blink.

Then, as if answering a question none of them had asked, the air behind Death shimmered.

A tear in space split open behind him, high, circular, and humming with violet light.

A portal.

And through it, figures stepped out.

Cloaks. Boots. Five of them. The rest of the Seven As One.

They emerged in silence, careful to keep their distance, stepping far outside the reach of Death’s aura, their faces set like granite.

The last to exit the portal was the Rank 9. Taller than the rest. Cold eyes fixed directly on Ren.

For a moment, no one moved.

Death remained between them. Standing still. Watching.

And the battlefield held its breath. For it knew something big was about to happen.

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