Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 152: The Northseeker Awakens

Smoke trailed upwards into the sky and ash rained down like a funeral shroud.

The wreckage of what had once been the Ross Castle shifted, some parts of it still on fire as Maria crawled her way out of it.

She gasped for breath, choking on her crushed windpipe and the only thing she could feel was pain.

Her body was torn, shredded, and grounded into paste, all at the same time. Her spinal cord popped, bringing the awareness of her lower body back into her, her limbs barely hanging on.

Her ears was filled with a ringing sound before it popped, clear sound returning. Her vision blurred, her left eye popping back into place.

Her skin began regrowing, covering the layers of muscles and cartilage that had been burned off, her right hand bubbling as it regenerated.

Her ribs snapped back together, the sickening crunch echoing inside her chest.

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Her hands trembled as she dragged herself from under a slab of broken pillar, her fingernails snapping against the stone.

The energy of the Dryad flooded through her from the Green Tree, righting all the wrongs that had come about after the flash of white light.

Her memory from the light till now was fuzzy but she knew she'd passed through the doors of death, only the Druidic energy in her veins dragging her back.

It swept through the air like a tide, filling her lungs, her veins, her bones.

But the power didn't come alone. It came with something else. A storm.

The Dryad raged within her.

Sensing her moment of weakness, it clawed at the edges of her mind, seizing her thoughts and dragging her inward.

Maria screamed, but no sound left her throat. Her body was paralyzed as her soul was being submerged in a sea of memories.

The Dryad picked the perfect one as the cage rattled around it.

And Maria drowned.

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Thirty years ago.

The night was thick with fog and the full moon shined down on all as Maria soared through the sky, bloodied and fatigued, her wings barely keeping her aloft.

Her dress was torn, and her limbs burned from wounds which had healed, leaving behind blood. The only thought keeping her going was the fact that the border was close. Albion was near.

A few minutes later, she spotted it. The Ross border wall.

Her eyes narrowed as she searched frantically. She'd sent and received dozens of letters to Abram. He'd mentioned his favorite tree.

Relief flooded her as she spotted him sitting at the base of a tree, with a sword laying beside him.

Her vision blurred and she descended in a spiral, crashing and digging a furrow through the ground. Her bones snapped, but the energy of the Dryad flooded her, healing her while doing nothing against the fatigue that seeped into her very bones.

Abram bolted to his feet at the impact away from him. He drew his sword, wary. Then he saw her, dried blood clinging to her skin, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise and horror.

"Maria?!"

She stumbled to her feet and flung herself at him. Her body collapsed into his arms.

"Help me." She whispered through trembling lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... they're all dead."

He didn't speak. He simply held her, arms wrapping tightly around her body. His hand went to her hair, stroking gently.

Then, they heard footsteps.

Their heads snapped up as Lord Ross stepped into the clearing.

He froze momentarily upon seeing them, before stepping forward, his eyes narrowing.

Maria clung tighter to Abram.

"Is this not the daughter of Chief Ilyan?" The man tilted his head, taking in the way Maria wrapped her arms around Abram. "So this is the source of your disobedience, Abram." He said coldly.

Abram stepped forward, shielding Maria behind him.

"Father—"

SLAP!

Abram's head turned with the force of the strike. He didn't flinch, but blood ran down his chin from his split lip.

Lord Ross reached to his waist and drew Freedom. The sword shimmered under the moonlight as he extended it to his son.

"End this distraction. Kill her. Right now."

Maria's breath caught. She backed away, shaking her head. "Abram, please. Please, no."

Abram stared at the sword.

"Take it." Lord Ross said.

Hesitantly, Abram reached out and took the sword, staring down at it. His hands trembled.

Lord Ross's voice was calm and emotionless. "Do it, and we return to what you were meant to be. My heir. A true Ross."

The silence was unbearable.

Maria fell to her knees, fatigue clinging to her like chains. Whatever Abram chose, she couldn't fight nor run. "Please..."

Abram looked at her.

Then he raised the sword.

"You're right." He said quietly. "I don't want things to return to how they were."

He turned and attacked his father.

Lord Ross reacted instantly, flames erupting from his hands, covering the sword in a blaze.

Freedom clashed with fire, and the two fought with fury. Steel met flame, and Freedom cleaved through flame like cloth. Abram moved like a shadow, ducking, weaving, striking.

Lord Ross was stronger and older, but in the face of Abram's lightning speed, it was nothing.

A blast of red hot flames scorched the trees around them, but Abram transformed into lightning, streaked towards his father, and reformed in mid-air.

Freedom slid through Lord Ross's armor, and the old man staggered.

Abram landed behind him and didn't hesitate. The blade cut through the flames, cutting through his father's heart.

Lord Ross fell, and silence filled the clearing.

Maria knelt in the grass, her eyes wide.

Abram dropped the sword and rushed to her, falling to his knees. He took her face in his hands. "You're safe."

She burst into tears.

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The memory shattered like glass, and Maria's eyes flew open.

The air split with the sound of energy roaring, tearing, cracking, as the cage disintegrated into nothingness within her.

She screamed, clutching her chest as the energy around her exploded. Stone cracked and shattered, the earth trembled beneath her, as the Dryad streaked out of her, the dark mist reforming into a dark creature.

The Dryad, standing taller than the now destroyed Ross castle, threw its head back and roared into the sky.

Silence filled the air as if the world was holding its breath.

Then, the Dryad raised a leg and began walking north.

Toward its Green Tree.

And the end of the world.