Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 236: Where Is Your God?

The day officially began as the first light of dawn spilled across the plains outside Edenhold.

It was a beautiful sight to see, as the holy city's walls were bathed in golden light like something out of a paradise.

Inside the city, the people were already awake, each going about their day and securing their needs. But they were unaware that their routines would soon be broken. That their clean streets would soon be stained by blood.

The wind stirred lightly, blowing across rows of armor and sharpened weapons.

King Mikael stood tall atop a rise, his two generals at his side as he gazed upon the doomed city.

His armor gleamed like a second sun, the silver lion of his royal line proudly emblazoned across his chestplate. His red cloak snapped behind him in the wind, picking him out from afar as the one to watch out for.

This would be a battle that would go down in history. Whatever happened after, he had to be dressed appropriately for it.

Tens of thousands of soldiers waited behind him, their eyes set on Edenhold. Each soldier there had passed the test of the Shivering Tree. All present were capable of wielding Resonance magic. And today, they would use it to pull the same organization that controlled it.

Mikael finally exhaled.

"Begin." He commanded quietly.

His generals nodded, and the command rippled outward.

The first half of his army, thousands of soldiers bearing Corrosion resonance, stepped forward as one.

They moved with the kind of synchronicity that looked eerie in large crowds, dropping to one knee and slamming their palms into the earth.

A low vibration began to hum through the ground. It grew louder, more violent, until the very earth beneath their hands began to fracture.

And then the rot came.

A colossal wave of decay surged forward. It tore across the open field between the army and the city, black and violet tendrils churning like a tidal wave. The grass withered, stone cracked and bubbled, and the very air grew sour with poison.

Within Edenhold, Chosen scrambled. Those with defensive resonance managed to throw up barriers. Some succeeded. Most didn't.

The wave hit the wall and while some stopped it, for others, it passed through like a ghost.

Flesh dissolved. Blood thickened into tar. Skin sloughed from bone like melted wax.

The wave of Corrosion dug into the tall, white walls and a section of it collapsed, sending the Chosen on it to their deaths.

Then, it passed through and into Edenhold.

Screams filled the holy city as the wave of Corrosion hit. The rot didn't discriminate. Civilians, soldiers, priests, and Chosen alike fell to it. Buildings warped, banners wilted, and the streets quickly flooded with death.

King Mikael watched it all, his expression as hard as stone. But the tears slipped out anyway, trailing down his face.

"Forgive me." He whispered to the wind, barely audible above the screams that reached them through the city. "But this must be done."

The wave of Corrosion resonance didn't travel too far into the city, but it caused immense damage. The citizens further inside scrambled for safety, creating a stampede that resulted in loss of lives.

And as all these were happening, Mikael raised his other hand.

"Second wave."

The soldiers of Metal resonance stepped forward, arrows already nocked, bows humming with resonance. With a loud cry, they loosed their volley.

Thousands of arrows screamed into the sky, their metal heads resonating mid-flight.

Then, they fell like judgment.

Inside Edenhold, some Chosen responded quickly. Shields of wind and fields of reinforced Light shimmered into existence. But the chaos was too great.

The resonance enhanced arrows pierced through rooftops, walls, and bodies. They lodged in stone and shattered bone. Devastation spread through the parts of the city that the attack could reach.

Fires broke out. Smoke blackened the air.

And then, King Mikael drew his blade.

This was the sword that had been used right from the time of the first king, and passed down to the next king. A massive sword forged of blackened steel, it was older than most bloodlines. And today, it would carve out history.

"Charge!"

With a roar like thunder cracking the sky, Mikael surged forward. His massive army followed like a wall of flesh and steel.

They surged through the shattered city wall, stepping over melted remains and broken stone. The Chosen came at them, white cloaks bright against the smoke, blades glowing.

They met with a loud crash. Blood sprayed as they fought, and Mikael was already in the thick of it.

With a sigh of relief, he released the grip he had on his loop, and his Vibration resonance erupted around him like a storm.

He screamed.

And all resonance around him bent.

The Chosen near him staggered, some clutching their skulls as blood leaked from their ears and noses. Others simply fell, dead before they hit the ground.

The most powerful part of his resonance was that he could attack other people's loops directly. Afterall, what was a resonance without vibration?

Loops shattered around him, and Mikael's sword swung in wide arcs, cleaving through armor and bone. Chosen rose to challenge him, only to fall.

"WHERE IS YOUR POPE?! WHERE IS YOUR GOD?!" He bellowed, his voice filling the air. "COME OUT AND FACE ME!"

He stabbed through a man's chest and turned, unleashing another vibration that disrupted the loops of five more attackers, who fell to their knees before his sword found their necks.

"I'VE WAITED DECADES FOR THIS! DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME, COWARD!"

The battlefield around him was chaos. His soldiers pressed deeper into the city, driving back the disorganized Chosen.

Steel met Light, and Corrosion met Stone. The air was practically vibrating as the waves of resonance clashed against the other, each side wiping out significant numbers of the other.

The Chosen, who were once considered invincible, were breaking. They weren't prepared for this. They weren't ready for Mikael.

And then the sky changed.

A beam of Light shot from the tallest spire of the holy cathedral, stabbing through the clouds.

Everything stopped.

Soldiers turned their eyes skyward. Chosen froze in their movements. Even Mikael stopped.

From that great height, a figure floated into view.

Radiant. Unshakeable. Divine.

The Pope.

His robes rippled with energy, his Light resonance covering him. His eyes glowed brighter than the sun. Then, he spoke. freewebnσvel.cøm

"ENOUGH."

His voice filled the air like thunder, heard by every soul on the field.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he descended from the heavens.

The world held its breath.

The living god had arrived.

And Edenhold would never be the same again.