Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss

Thorn stood in the fading golden light, breath steady and eyes wide.

The air around him shimmered faintly with residual energy, the snow beneath his feet crackling where the power had scorched it.

He flexed his fingers again, then his new arm. The weight was right. The balance was perfect. And the power thrumming under his skin? Intoxicating.

And then it happened.

As if it was instinct, or like muscle memory he'd always had, the knowledge of how to use his Gift flowed into him.

Fusion wasn't just the name of the Gift. It was also the nature of the power.

His Divine Gift let him fuse things with himself. Physical things. Conceptual things. Abstract ideas. He didn't have to think about how. He just knew it could be done.

But there was a limit to it.

Charges.

Five in total. Right now, he could feel three in use.

One charge was currently binding his bone arm permanently to his body. It had completely taken over the work his Bloodbinding had been doing, making it an actual part of him as much as his previous arm had been.

But his new arm was much stronger than his previous arm. More responsive too.

Another charge was currently fusing strength to his entire body. It was what let him stand like this, light as a feather but coiled like a spring.

And the final charge in use had fused speed to his body.

It buzzed at his ankles, inside his tendons, and running down his spine. He could feel the wind waiting to catch him when he ran.

That left him with two unused charges.

But he could feel it within himself.

Fluidity.

He could shuffle those charges around at will.

If he wanted to be the fastest thing on the mountain, he could drop all five charges into speed. He'd become a blur. But at what cost?

If his body wasn't ready, it would tear him apart.

Same with strength. If he funneled all five charges into power, he could punch a boulder into gravel, but his muscles, his bones, even his nerves might not be able to handle it.

Fusion was power with risk.

Power with choices.

He grinned.

Because that... that was perfect.

Because the Divine Gift came with one more feature.

The longer he fought, the more he pushed Fusion, the more charges he would eventually earn. It wasn't a static Gift. Instead, it was meant to grow with him. All he had to do was keep fighting, and survive.

The smile stretched wider on his face.

He looked down the battlefield.

Lilith was done.

The third Fury's body lay crumpled in the snow, her blood staining the clearing beneath the moonlight.

That was one down.

Thorn's glowing eyes turned, locking on the two remaining Furies.

Morgan, and the other who'd nearly killed him.

Now, it was three on two.

He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fists.

They had no idea what they were in for.

A golden streak tore through the snow as he exploded into motion, Fusion burning through every fiber of his body.

Two charges into speed. Two into strength. One into his arm. The perfect balance.

He moved like a living bullet, kicking up snow and vapor as he darted toward the remaining Furies.

Ren caught his movement and surged in tandem, a grin on his face. "Finally!" He snarled.

Across from them, Morgan's expression grew grim.

The second Fury braced, stance tense, trying to calculate their approach.

From behind, Lilith leaned against a tree, arms crossed, a lazy grin on her lips. "Don't die, boys. If you get blood on those clothes, I'm not getting them out for you."

Thorn vanished from Morgan's vision, reappearing behind the second Fury, delivering a haymaker to her ribs that sent her flying into a snowbank.

Ren took her place in a blink, Pushing himself forward, fist cocked.

Morgan twisted, snow coiling beneath her like a protective snake. It rose in a wall, but Ren's Push shattered it, blasting through and forcing her to leap back.

"Keep up." Ren said to Thorn without looking.

Thorn grinned. "Race you to the kill."

They switched targets.

Ren hurled himself toward the recovering second Fury. She clawed at him, her hands flaring with a bright light, but he raised an arm and blocked with his vines, letting her claws tear through them before he slammed her with a Push enhanced elbow.

A loud crack filled the air.

Thorn met Morgan with a golden trail behind him, his arm pulling back and slamming forward with a detonating blow.

Morgan ducked under his punch as if she could feel it coming from a mile away, but as she tried to counter, Thorn had already redirected a charge into speed, flipping over her and kicking her in the spine.

"Ahh!" She gasped, stumbling.

Lilith cupped a hand around her mouth. "Come on, Furies! At least try to keep up."

Morgan snarled, twisting the snow around her into ice spears, launching them at Thorn. An instant later, Ren's Push blasted them into glittering shards as he sprinted in.

The two of them had switched targets again.

As the fight went on, the Furies' predictions started to fail. They couldn't predict two different chaotic styles at once.

Ren's heavy strikes came in unpredictable bursts. Push to move, Push to stop, vines to lock, punches to crush.

Thorn weaved in and out like a wild beast, fusing speed and strength in new combinations with each breath.

The second Fury tried to retreat.

Thorn was already there.

He dropped all five charges into strength, just for a second, and punched.

Her body folded around his fist, her ribs shattering, and she hit the ground like a broken puppet, unmoving.

Morgan screamed. "No!"

She lashed out in desperation, snow whipping into spears and blades, flying at them in all directions.

Ren stepped forward, his Vine Armor tanking the hits, Push canceling the rest. "It's over."

Morgan fell to one knee, panting, face bloodied.

"I can tell you everything you want to know about anything." She gasped. "Let me live, and I'll tell you what I saw. About your future. You don't know what's coming—"

"You're right." Thorn said, standing beside Ren. "We don't. Whatever it is, we'll change it to what we want."

Ren's hand rose.

Morgan's eyes widened. "Wait!"

Push.

Her body slammed into the ground, hard enough to crater it. She coughed blood, staining the snow red.

"You tried to kill my wife." Ren growled.

Morgan's voice trembled. "Please…"

Thorn appeared behind her. "No second chances."

His bone arm snapped forward, driving through her back and into her chest.

Morgan froze, then went limp.

He pulled back, letting her body slump to the snow.

Silence.

The snow fell gently now, the moon overhead casting pale light on the battlefield.

Lilith walked up to them slowly, hands behind her back.

"Well," she said with a shrug, "that was fun." She turned to Thorn. "New Gift, huh?"

"It's pretty cool too." Thorn grinned. "It's name is Fusion and it—"

"Don't care." Lilith cut in, before turning to Ren with a sweet smile. "Did you enjoy the fight?"

Ren exhaled, his armor slowly fading away. "Let's never do that again."

Thorn rolled his shoulder. "Speak for yourself. I'm just getting started."