The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere

Chapter 64: Cold Blue Moon [4]

"Activate Reaper’s Dominion."

Cael stepped forward as the words left his mouth, and although nothing visibly changed. The space around him, within a radius of fifteen meters, no longer behaved the same way.

The flames continued to burn, and the shattered streets remained as they were.

But the flow of movement within that space felt subtly misaligned, as if every action within it had been shifted ever so slightly out of sync.

The [Captain] rank wraith noticed it the moment it entered.

It did not stop, but its instincts reacted. Its gaze sharpened as it focused on Cael, sensing that something about the field had shifted in a way it could not immediately understand.

Cael did not wait.

The moment the wraith entered his range, he acted.

’Suppress.’

His will spread across the dominion and latched onto the wraith, attempting to interfere with its rank and force it down to a lower stage.

Suppression was not an attack or pressure; it was a direct interference with the opponent’s level of existence, forcing their power to drop as if they were weaker or unstable.

For a brief moment, Cael expected resistance.

But nothing happened.

The wraith’s presence remained unchanged, its power intact and completely unaffected.

Its miasma flickered slightly, reacting to the intrusion, but it did not weaken in the slightest.

Cael’s mind raced as he understood instantly.

’It seems suppression only works on mana users.’

’Unlike wraiths, who use miasma, a different source of power.’

The wraith moved.

It closed the distance in an instant, its arm coated in dense miasma as it aimed a direct strike toward Cael’s chest.

The attack was fast enough to erase hesitation, carrying enough force to tear through anything in its path.

Cael’s eyes widened as his body reacted instinctually.

Wind gathered around him, not in a violent surge but in tightly controlled currents that enhanced his movement and sharpened his reflexes.

His perception aligned with the field’s distorted rhythm as he stepped to the side, avoiding the attack by the narrowest margin.

The strike passed him, but the force behind it displaced the air violently, brushing against him and leaving a sharp sting across his side.

The wraith followed immediately with another attack, this time aimed at his neck.

Cael leaned back while shifting his footing, the wind supporting his balance and guiding his body into the exact position needed to avoid the strike without losing control of his stance.

’It was too fast.’

His eyes narrowed.

’One hit is enough to kill me.’

The wraith pressed forward.

Its attacks became continuous, each one layered with increasing speed and precision.

Miasma wrapped around its limbs, extending its reach and amplifying its lethality as it attempted to overwhelm him through relentless pressure.

Cael did not counter immediately as he focused on reading.

Wind flowed along his body and around his sword, sharpening his perception and enhancing the edge of his sword.

Cael’s movements remained minimal, guided by instinct rather than conscious thought as he stepped, turned, and adjusted with exact timing.

Every strike missed him by a narrow margin.

The difference between survival and death remained razor thin.

The wraith noticed.

Its kind was born from blood, war, and slaughter.

So, it did not take long for the Wraith to understand that the boy in front of it was not relying on speed alone.

Then Wraith’s attacks shifted, becoming less predictable, breaking patterns, and varying timing in an attempt to disrupt Cael’s rhythm.

Cael moved forward.

This time, he chose to engage.

His sword cut through the air, enhanced by wind, aiming for the wraith’s side with a precise and controlled slash.

The blade struck. But it did not penetrate.

The impact landed, but the resistance was absolute, as if the blade had struck hardened metal rather than flesh.

Cael immediately pulled back.

The wraith retaliated instantly.

Its claw shot forward toward Cael’s throat, closing the distance in a blink.

Cael disappeared.

Teleportation activated at the last possible moment, his figure vanishing from the attack and reappearing several meters away.

The ground where he had stood split apart under the force of the strike.

Cael steadied himself.

’Fuck, that was way too close.’

The wraith turned again, locking onto him without delay, and attacked once more without hesitation.

Cael created five dummy clones.

They spread out instantly, surrounding the wraith from multiple angles.

Each clone held a sword enhanced by wind, their movements synchronized as they closed in to strike.

The wraith reacted without confusion.

Its arm swung once, destroying one clone instantly before shifting its position and striking again.

The remaining clones attacked simultaneously, their blades landing across the wraith’s body from different directions.

None of them penetrated.

The wraith’s defenses held firm as its claw swept through the remaining clones in a single motion, dispersing them into fading particles.

Cael remained still for a brief moment.

’I have no offensive skill capable of breaking its defense.’

’If only I were a [Gold] ranker.’

The wraith advanced again as its attacks became sharper.

Cael’s movement began to slow under accumulating fatigue as the wind continued to support his reflexes, allowing him to avoid fatal strikes.

And the fatigue continued to build.

A claw grazed his shoulder, tearing slightly into his clothes.

Another strike passed dangerously close to his side.

The next one aimed directly at his neck, arriving faster than before.

Cael stepped back, but the timing was off, and the attack had already reached him.

’Time Deceleration.’

The world slowed.

The wraith’s movement stretched, its attack no longer instantaneous as the flow of time around Cael shifted.

Cael moved within that slowed space, avoiding the strike and immediately stepping forward.

Wind concentrated along his blade as he thrust his sword toward the wraith’s eye, aiming for the only vulnerable point he had identified.

The distance closed.

The blade penetrated the eye socket.

At that exact moment, exhaustion struck him, and Cael deactivated Time Deceleration as the strain on his body intensified.

The world returned to normal.

The wraith reacted instantly.

Its hand shot up and gripped the blade before it could be driven deeper into its brain, stopping the thrust completely.

Cael pushed forward, trying to force the blade further in, but the wraith’s strength halted the motion entirely, preventing any further progress.

The grip tightened.

The blade did not move.

Cael released the sword immediately and retreated, avoiding the follow-up strike that came toward him.

His breathing no longer remained controlled, and his body felt heavier.

His mana had dropped significantly.

’I only have a little mana left.’

He retrieved a mana recovery potion and drank it without hesitation.

The flow of mana returned, stabilizing him slightly and easing the strain on his body.

The wraith pulled the sword out of its eye.

Dark blood dripped slowly from the damaged socket, trailing down its face in thick streaks before falling onto the cracked ground below.

Its body trembled slightly.

Then the Wraith roared furiously.

"ROOAAAARRRRR"

The sound filled with killing intent spread through the street.

Cael watched it.

A faint smirk formed on his lips.

"Why aren’t you speaking anything?"

He tilted his head slightly, his tone calm despite the situation.

"Oh, right, I remember now. Only a few lucky ones from your race can speak, wasn’t it?"

He took a slow step forward.

"I was curious. Care to explain?"

He paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue lightly.

"Ah... my bad."

His eyes sharpened.

"Don’t tell me you’re just a brute bastard who can’t speak?"

The wraith’s killing intent surged in response, its focus locking onto Cael completely.

Cael extended his hand.

The sword rose from where it had fallen, carried by the wind as it returned to his grasp.

He caught it firmly.

Wind gathered once more around his body, reinforcing his movements and sharpening his blade.

The battle was still ongoing.

Both of them stepped forward at the same time.

Then suddenly...

A cold wave swept across the streets.

The temperature dropped abruptly, and the flames that had burned moments ago began to weaken and disappear as frost spread across the ground.

Moisture gathered in the air, and the wind shifted unnaturally as the entire environment began to change.

Both Cael and the wraith paused.

Above them, the sky distorted as cold air spiraled upward, gathering into a single point.

Moisture condensed rapidly, and the temperature dropped even further as the phenomenon took shape.

A massive cold blue moon formed in the sky, spanning nearly three hundred meters, its presence dominating the battlefield as its cold light spread across the streets.

The air froze, the burning city stilled under its influence, and even the wraith felt its body stiffen under that overwhelming presence.

Cael looked up.

He immediately knew who it was.

"She’s here."

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[A/N: I am sorry for the slow updates for the past week. I was a little busy due to an Event at home.

And I relied on AI to write the past 7 to 9 Chapters. But don’t worry, I won’t be using AI in the upcoming Chapters.

That said, I intend to make up for it by releasing 3 Chapters a day for the next 5 days.]

Thank You.