An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 281: Noel’s leg

Riven walked toward the undead, his steps slow and heavy, his entire body covered in flames. The bright orange light filled the entire dungeon, painting the walls in molten hues. The fire burned into his skin, the pain screaming through his mind, begging him to stop, but he wasn't done. Every step he took carried his unyielding resolve to find them.

The undead rose again, floating above the ground. It pulled fire from the red orb hovering above its hand. The dark crimson flames swelled before compressing into a ball the size of a fist. It hurled the fireball at Riven, its heat so intense that it scorched everything nearby before even touching it.

Riven stood his ground. He swung his sword down, and the flames on his blade erupted violently, slashing straight through the attack easily.

Boom!

A massive explosion followed, shaking the dungeon, but Riven refused to be pushed back. He stabbed his sword into the ground, anchoring himself as the blast faded. When the fire finally died down, he was still standing.

Locking eyes with the undead, he launched forward. The creature cast another fireball, but Riven parried it with a single motion, then swung again. His blade met a force field, but the barrier cracked under the pressure, shattering seconds later as his sword cut clean through the undead.

The strike was followed by an explosion of flames that burned the creature into nothing.

[ You have leveled up. Four stat points added.]

But Riven didn't care. His mind was hazy from pain, his chest rising and falling heavily with every labored breath. Each inhale seared his lungs, but he couldn't stop breathing.

"You killed it. You're done," Twilight's voice echoed in his head. "Turn off the flames now, Riven. If you keep this up, you'll burn yourself alive."

Riven hesitated, but finally listened. The flames around him began to die down, fading into flickers before vanishing completely. His body was a ruin of burn scars, raw, blackened, and terrifying to behold.

He fell to his knees, the weight of exhaustion crushing him. His body screamed to give up, but his heart refused. His friends were still out there, Jack, Noel, Sophia, and he hadn't saved them yet.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his trembling legs to move. He pushed through the agony, one hand gripping his sword for support, and slowly rose back to his feet.

He took a single step forward.

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Noel walked through the cold, dripping dungeon, a limp in his step as he used his sword as a walking stick. After being captured and dragged away into the darkness, he was forced to fight through hordes of knights, going deeper and deeper into the dungeon just to escape.

Finally, he had made his way out. Now, he searched for Riven and the others. Every step he took on his bleeding leg was filled with unbearable pain, but he couldn't stop, not now.

Suddenly, a low growl echoed from somewhere in the dark. His instincts kicked in. He tightened his grip on his sword, raising it with shaky hands.

"Getting tired…" he muttered under his breath, struggling to steady his breathing.

Out of the shadows, an undead knight rushed forward, swinging its blade with deadly speed. Noel sidestepped and parried, but when he tried to counter, his injured leg gave way. Pain shot through him like fire, and he stumbled back, slamming into the wall.

The undead knight lunged immediately, trying to finish the job, but Noel managed to deflect the attack and smashed his hilt into the knight's helmet. The impact sent pain through his own body, but it knocked the knight to the ground.

Lightning crackled around his sword. Gritting his teeth, he thrust the blade straight into the knight's chest, channeling all his remaining strength. Lightning exploded outward in a blinding burst, tearing the knight apart and scattering its remains across the floor. Its crystal fell beside him, but Noel was too exhausted to care.

All that mattered now was finding the others.

He kept walking, his steps shaky and uneven. Then, more undead knights emerged from the shadows ahead. They came charging, their swords and spears glinting in the flickering light.

The first swung down from above, Noel parried, sidestepped, and countered with an upward slash that cleaved the undead clean in half. More came. Dozens of them.

He fought like a storm. Dodging, parrying, spinning, blocking, his movements became a desperate blur of survival. Every strike he made was followed by an explosion of lightning that ripped through the undead like they were nothing but dust. His injured leg trembled, but he refused to stop.

By the time the last knight fell, the dungeon was silent again. Noa stood there, breathing hard, his body shaking, every muscle screaming in pain.

He took a few slow steps forward. Then, his eyes widened.

Floating ahead in the darkness was a cloaked figure, its body wreathed in faint green light. A glowing orb hovered above its hand, and its flaming green eyes stared straight at him. But it wasn't alone.

Beside it stood two demon knights, towering, armored, and deadly.

The being raised its hand like a commander giving orders, and the demon knights charged.

Noel clenched his teeth. On any normal day, fighting even one demon knight would've been difficult, but right now, he was weak, exhausted, and half broken. Still, he refused to go down easily.

He lifted his blade, channeling every last drop of mana he had. Lightning surged through the sword, bright enough to light up the entire dungeon.

He roared and stabbed the blade into the ground.

A deafening explosion followed, lightning tearing through the earth and blasting everything around him. The force shook the entire dungeon, collapsing part of the tunnel and blocking the path between him and the undead.

But the collapse didn't come without consequence. A massive rock broke loose from the ceiling and crashed onto his injured leg.

The pain was instant. Brutal,