The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 366: Reaching Heaven (1)

The moment Amon stepped onto the battlefield and ascended to godhood, the entire world trembled. The disturbance was so overwhelming that every battle came to a halt.

Whether it was the armies of House Solaris, the Alliance forces, or the Demon Empire, all eyes turned toward the heavens as the world itself began to change.

No one felt that shock more keenly than Zuphil, the Mist Warlock.

He had been observing Ravenna and Yeon's battle from afar, ostensibly acting as a reserve should Ravenna require assistance. In truth, however, he had no intention of intervening.

He was merely hiding from the Goddess.

No, he was hiding from Heaven itself.

Yet the instant he sensed Amon's ascension, the calm mask he wore shattered.

And that wasn't all.

'Joroxin... lost?'

A sneer appeared on Zuphil's face as he sensed the Prophet's death.

There was no grief, no regret… Only amusement.

But what truly stunned him came next.

The boundless divinity pouring from Amon.

The immense pressure descending from the heavens.

And above all else... The aura of the First Throne.

For the first time in countless years, Zuphil completely lost control of his expression.

Then he laughed.

A wild, unrestrained laugh.

"As expected!"

His eyes burned with madness as he stared at the opening Gates of Heaven and the transformation spreading across the world.

"You didn't disappoint me, Amon Solaris!"

The heavens split apart. Golden radiance flooded the land. The world began shedding its old skin. And like a forgotten dream fading into the mist, Zuphil's body slowly dissipated as if it never existed.

The Mist Warlock vanished from the world entirely.

No one noticed his departure. Well… No one except Arthur.

The restraints binding him disappeared alongside Zuphil's presence. Plunging into the ocean below, Arthur sank beneath the waves before desperately kicking upward. He broke through the surface and gasped for air.

"W-What is going on?"

The first thing he saw was Ravenna and Yeon. Two enemies who moments ago had been fighting to the death now stood frozen, staring at the changing heavens.

Divine power cascaded from above. The demonic mana that had polluted the world was slowly being purified.

"N-No..."

Ravenna's pupils trembled.

Aside from Kieran, there was no one who understood the Prophet's plans better than her. The world's evolution into a higher plane could only mean one thing.

The Prophet had failed.

The man who had saved her.

The man who had welcomed her into the Demon Cult when the world cast her aside.

The man who had given her a second chance at life.

He was gone.

"Damn it..."

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. The Apostle of Grief was once more consumed by grief itself. Her sorrow became power. Her despair became ice. Countless poisoned ice spears materialized around her, blotting out the sky as she prepared one final attack.

If she could not save the Prophet's dream, then she would at least drag Yeon down with her.

Millions of frozen spears aimed at the Archmage, ready to pierce her from every direction.

Yet they never reached their target.

Because just as Ravenna prepared to unleash them…

Schling.

A cold blade pierced through her heart. Her eyes widened. Arthur stood behind her.

Taking advantage of the brief moment her attention had faltered, he had slipped through her blind spot and struck a fatal blow.

"Y-You..."

"You shouldn't have let your guard down."

Aura-fire erupted from Arthur's sword and surged into Ravenna's body.

The Witch of Winter screamed. Not merely from pain. But from memory. The flames reminded her of that day. The villagers that gathered outside her home.

The torches. The hatred. The betrayal of her husband. The cries of her son.

Everything she had buried deep within her soul came rushing back. Her sanity shattered. A heart-wrenching scream erupted from her lips.

And then…

BOOM!

An explosion of ice swept across the battlefield. The land was devastated. Arthur, standing closest to the blast, suffered the worst of it. Both his hands were blown apart. His blood vessels froze instantly.

"Arthur!"

Lucas immediately rushed forward.

Solar mana flowed from his fingertips as he desperately fought to keep his friend alive. Aluria arrived moments later and joined the effort.

"Damn it! She can still fight?"

"She's an Apostle," Aluria replied grimly. "A demonic human empowered by a Demon King. Even a fatal wound isn't enough to kill someone like her."

Her gaze shifted toward the battlefield.

"But..."

Ravenna was already at her limit. Her eyes had become hollow. Her heart was on the verge of failure. Demonic horns protruded from her forehead while black wings tore through her back. Every instinct screamed at her to survive.

To keep fighting. To keep struggling.

Yet Yeon refused to give her even a moment's respite. Ice spears continuously rained down upon Ravenna, forcing her backward again and again.

She fought with everything she had left.

But it was meaningless.

Because Yeon had no intention of showing mercy. The Archmage raised her staff and looked at her old enemy. Her voice was calm.

"Ravenna..." The storm of ice gathered around her. "It ends now."

As much as she empathised with Ravenna and the suffering she endured, it didn't negate the fact that the Apostles had to be defeated for the world to prosper. The final surge of arcane winter hit the disoriented Apostle.

Yeon made sure every attack struck the opening in Ravenna's heart.

With each blow, the damage accumulated, steadily overwhelming the Apostle's regenerative abilities. Eventually, even the mighty Apostle of Grief could no longer heal fast enough to keep up.

Falling to her knees, Ravenna coughed up a mouthful of blood as her existence slowly unraveled and her consciousness began to fade.

"I-Impossible... I..."

Her body convulsed as she lingered between life and death, forced to face a reality she had never once considered. She had lost. Not only had she lost, but she had been defeated by her former test subject.

And worst of all, the Demon Cult—the organization she had devoted her entire life to protecting and serving—was crumbling before her eyes.

"Ravenna..."

Yeon stood before the Apostle of Grief, offering her one final glance. There was no hatred in her eyes. No anger.

Only pity.

"Heh..." Ravenna let out a weak laugh. "I lost, Yeon... Claim your prize."

"It brings me no joy."

Yeon gathered mana into her palm. The battle was already over, yet she felt no satisfaction from her victory. Only emptiness.

"In your next life... I hope you find peace."

"Peace?" Ravenna sneered through bloodstained lips. "That's a luxury I could never afford."

A bitter smile lingered on her face. Then, with a flash of mana, her head was torn apart.

Silence followed.

"It's over... It's finally over..."

Yeon looked up at the sky as a wave of relief washed over her. She had pursued this moment for longer than she could remember. Now, the Demon Cult was finished. She had personally carried out her revenge.

The Demon Empire stood on the verge of collapse. And Amon had likely already dealt with the Prophet. Everything the Demon Cult had built was about to vanish.

All that remained... ...was nothing.

Or so she thought.

"Seems I was too late."

"!!!"

Yeon spun around instantly.

A demonic man stood behind her. Without hesitation, she attacked. But he was faster… Far faster.

The man vanished and reappeared directly before her.

A powerful roundhouse kick slammed into her abdomen before she could react. The impact sent Yeon hurtling across the frozen battlefield. She skipped across the ice before crashing beside Aluria and Lucas.

"Y-Yeon! Are you alright?!" Aluria shouted.

"Y-Yeah... barely..." Yeon pushed herself upright and spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment her eyes landed on the newcomer standing beside Ravenna's corpse, her expression froze.

"An Apostle..."

"There's another one?" Lucas asked.

"Yes..." Yeon muttered. "The last one."

Among the Apostles, there was one whose existence remained shrouded in mystery. One who operated from the shadows. One who rarely appeared on the battlefield.

Kieran. The Mind Stealer. The Apostle of Domination.

"Forgive me, Ravenna," Kieran said quietly. "I arrived too late."

His voice was calm and measured, yet beneath its monotone surface lingered genuine sorrow. He gently brushed a hand across Ravenna's ruined body.

"But I will avenge you."

Mana surged through his veins.

The Gospel of Domination answered his call. Although demonic mana had been purged from the world, Kieran remained largely unaffected. His Aspect allowed him to dominate the mana around him, bending it to his will and making it his own.

And then everything changed.

Ravenna's beloved Chaos Dolls immediately switched allegiances. Every surviving demon on the battlefield heard his command and submitted. Even the weaker members of the Solaris Navy felt their minds invaded, their wills stripped away and replaced with absolute obedience.

Kieran had finally stepped out from the shadows.

And now, he stood as the Demon Cult's final weapon.

No, there was one more.

The ocean trembled. The sea churned violently as colossal waves surged toward the heavens. A shadow emerged from the depths.

Massive. Ancient. Monstrous.

The waters split apart as an enormous creature rose from beneath the ocean floor. Its body continued to ascend, growing larger and larger until it seemed capable of swallowing the horizon itself. Its sheer size rivaled that of Solfea.

The battlefield fell silent.

Even the wind seemed to stop. Kieran looked upon the world with cold, unwavering eyes.

"If the world rejects us..." The creature unleashed a roar that shook the heavens and sent shockwaves across the sea.

"Then I shall destroy the world."