Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 149: Breaking

Hilda tried to pry the bride from the pillar, but the bride’s grip held firm. Blood tendrils snaked toward her, attempting to tear her down, yet the bride steeled herself and gritted her teeth.

For anyone else, this level of pain would be incapacitating. But the bride was no ordinary person. Step by agonizing step, she climbed the pillar, her hand gripping tighter as more blood tendrils surged forward, intent on bringing her down. The tendrils, fast and ferocious, connected the bride to the flowing blood, pumping more pain into her with every second.

Reeva, stunned, marveled at Hilda’s transformation. She barely resembled a human anymore. This was a true demon.

His heart ached, knowing this was likely a sacrifice Hilda made because of him—because he had helped her once. Turning into a demon was rarely ever reversible, and few would invest the effort to heal someone from such heresy. Even if she were cured, what then? She would still be hunted, and rejected by society.

To become a demon was to abandon any hope of a normal life, to become something sinister, unaccepted by anyone. It was a huge sacrifice, and Reeva doubted that, in her place, he could make the same choice.

No… I would.

John wouldn’t, maybe. But Reeva would. There was no more questioning that. He had to save Hilda from this fate.

But first, they needed to bring down the bride. Reeva’s powerful body could leap great distances, but not far enough to switch between the widely spaced pillars. That wasn’t an excuse to do nothing, though. He had to act, and act fast. With one swift motion, Reeva leaped back from the pillar to the altar. As he passed through Hilda’s barrage of blood, a slash struck his foot.

The pain was brief as he touched the blood, but he powered through it.

Leon, still unconscious, lay slumped over Reeva’s shoulder as he sailed through the air, landing on the pillar alongside the bride. She struggled to reach the top, but the relentless blood tendrils fought her every step, and now with Reeva closing in, she searched desperately for another path to the tentacles hanging from the ceiling.

Reeva moved quickly, one hand clutching the pillar, the other holding Leon. Hilda’s tendrils didn’t target him, allowing him to close the distance.

"You pest!"

Sensing Reeva’s approach, the bride glanced down and cursed at the sight of him. She thrust her hand out to shove him away, but the blood tendrils lashed onto her again, injecting a fresh wave of agony.

"AGH!"

She screamed as the pain surged through her body, but her focus remained locked on Reeva. He was too close now. His demon-enhanced strength pulsed through him as he drove his fist into the pillar beneath her, trying to break it apart and bring her crashing down.

Pch.

The pillar started to crack, and anyone with eyes could see it wouldn’t hold much longer. The bride seized the moment, trying to outrun the crumbling structure, but it was no use. Reeva had already delivered enough force to break the entire pillar apart.

The cracks spread quickly, and with one final punch, Reeva shattered the pillar into a million pieces. Both he and the bride plummeted, free-falling as the rubble rained down around them.

Reeva’s plan was simple: force the white demon—the bride—into Hilda’s grasp. Hilda was already locked onto her, but the distance from the pillar had limited her ability to strike. By tearing the whole structure down, Reeva ensured that Hilda would have the chance to unleash her full power.

Now the bride had nowhere to escape, and neither did Reeva. His only hope was that Hilda wouldn’t turn her blood tendrils on him—at least, not yet. But the battlefield was still awash with the blood pouring from Hilda’s wounds, and even Reeva couldn’t completely avoid it. The searing pain hit his body each time he touched the blood-soaked ground, reminding him just how dangerous it was.

Reeva acted quickly, moving to find another pillar before the blood could overwhelm him. He darted away, his body burning from the few brief moments it had been in contact with Hilda’s crimson flood.

The white demon, however, had no such luxury. The moment she hit the ground, a wave of blood tendrils surged toward her, engulfing her in a sea of red. She struggled, managing to absorb some of the mystic power from the blood into her own, but it wasn’t enough. The assault was relentless, the blood tendrils wrapping tighter and tighter, suffocating her in the agony they carried.

"AGH!"

The bride screamed as the pain overwhelmed her, striking all at once, threatening to tear her consciousness apart.

Reeva barely managed to get out of the way, leaping from the crumbling ground to one of the remaining pillars. His demon-enhanced strength saved him, but every movement sent sharp, burning reminders of Hilda’s blood scraping across his skin. His eyes darted back to the battlefield below, locking onto the chaos that unfolded around the bride.

The white demon was being suffocated by Hilda’s blood tendrils, the endless stream tightening its grip. The bride writhed and thrashed, trying to absorb more power to fight back, but it was futile. The blood’s relentless assault was not just physical—it attacked her essence, her mystic energy, warping and corrupting it as it flowed through her veins.

"Hilda…" Reeva muttered under his breath. He’d seen her power before, but nothing like this—this was something monstrous. Hilda had long surpassed her human limits, her demonic transformation now fueled an attack so vicious that even a void entity like the bride was losing ground.

Below, the bride was cornered, her movements growing sluggish, her breath heavy as if she was fighting against drowning. The blood clung to her, pulsing with each drop of Hilda’s agony, binding itself tighter and tighter.

"No… this can’t… be—" The bride’s voice was ragged, broken, as she tried to pull free from the tendrils, but there was no escape. Every ounce of energy she stole from the blood only fed into the attack, amplifying the pain instead of relieving it.