The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 29 - 28
The impact sent Ryn crashing through the nearby wall, his body blasting through concrete and debris in a violent explosion of dust and rubble, the sheer power of the blow driving the air from his lungs as he hit the ground hard, skidding across the floor and landing mere feet from the Vitalist, who knelt desperately over Elena, her hands glowing with golden light.
The Vitalist gasped, her silver-gray eyes flashing with fear as she saw Ryn’s battered form tumble into the room, his arrival a sudden jolt that nearly broke her focus, her trembling hands faltering for a moment over Elena’s fading pulse.
Before Ryn could recover, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw breath, a tall, blond man stepped through the jagged hole in the wall, his expression twisted with irritation, his golden hair catching the faint light like a cruel crown atop his head.
His boots echoed with calm authority, each step a deliberate thud that reverberated through the ruined room, and the air around him seemed to ripple with sheer force, a presence that pressed against Ryn’s senses like a storm about to break.
The Vitalist froze in terror, her breath catching in her throat as recognition flooded her features—those sharp blue eyes, that smug smirk, the casual menace in his stride—it was him, the blond villain who’d chained her, who’d forced her to heal monsters, who’d severed the B-class hero’s hand with a laugh and promised worse if she defied him again.
The impact sent Ryn crashing through the nearby wall, his body blasting through concrete and debris in a violent explosion of dust and rubble, the sheer power of the blow driving the air from his lungs as he hit the ground hard, skidding across the floor and landing mere feet from the Vitalist, who knelt desperately over Elena, her hands glowing with golden light.
The Vitalist gasped, her silver-gray eyes flashing with fear as she saw Ryn’s battered form tumble into the room, his arrival a sudden jolt that nearly broke her focus, her trembling hands faltering for a moment over Elena’s fading pulse.
Before Ryn could recover, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw breath, a tall, blond man stepped through the jagged hole in the wall, his expression twisted with irritation, his golden hair catching the faint light like a cruel crown atop his head.
His boots echoed with calm authority, each step a deliberate thud that reverberated through the ruined room, and the air around him seemed to ripple with sheer force, a presence that pressed against Ryn’s senses like a storm about to break.
The Vitalist froze in terror, her breath catching in her throat as recognition flooded her features—those sharp blue eyes, that smug smirk, the casual menace in his stride—it was him, the blond villain who’d chained her, who’d forced her to heal monsters, who’d severed the B-class hero’s hand with a laugh and promised worse if she defied him again.
Ryn pushed himself up, his dark eyes blazing with defiance despite the pain radiating through his ribs, flames surging along his arms in a defiant roar as he staggered to his feet—he wouldn’t let this bastard stop him, not when Elena’s life hung by a thread, not when the Vitalist’s trembling hands were the only thing keeping her alive.
He could feel the strength radiating off this man—a true monster, not just a grunt.
The blonde man’s eyes burned with cold amusement as he sneered, "So, you’re the one causing all this trouble."
The tension thickened as the two forces stood face-to-face, the Vitalist trembling behind Ryn as she struggled to keep Elena alive.
Ryn’s flames flared higher as he gritted his teeth.
"Who the hell are you?"
The blonde man’s smirk widened.
"Your worst nightmare."
The air grew heavier as the blond man’s threat echoed through the ruined hospital floor, a venomous promise that hung like a storm cloud over the shattered room, thick with the stench of blood, smoke, and the faint tang of antiseptic clinging to the debris.
The Vitalist’s hands glowed faintly as she pressed them against Elena’s chest, her heart racing beneath her ribs, a frantic drumbeat that matched the pulse of her fear—Elena’s breathing had stabilized, shallow but steady, yet her wounds still glistened with traces of blood, stark red against her pale skin, a reminder of how close she’d come to slipping away.
Her trembling eyes darted between Ryn and the blond man, whose smirk twisted with malice, a cruel curve that promised pain, his sharp blue eyes glinting with the sadistic glee of a predator who’d cornered his prey.
"Step away from her, Vitalist," the blond man snarled, his voice a low growl that cut through the tension like a blade, dripping with authority and menace, "or I’ll rip that flame brat apart limb by limb right in front of you."
The Vitalist shook her head defiantly, sweat beading on her forehead as she focused on Elena’s body, her silver-gray eyes flashing with a stubborn resolve—she wouldn’t yield, wouldn’t let this monster dictate her actions again, not after months of chains and threats, not when she finally had a chance to save someone who mattered.
Ryn clenched his fists, flames rising from his arms in a defiant surge, the heat crackling in the air as fury coursed through him like molten steel, his dark eyes blazing with a fire that matched the inferno he wielded—"You talk too much," he spat, his voice rough with exhaustion and rage, a challenge that dared the blond man to make good on his threat.
The Vitalist, despite the fear clawing at her chest, shifted her glowing hands toward Ryn’s scorched body, pouring healing energy into his wounds with a trembling urgency—the warmth of her power surged through him, a golden tide that mended torn muscles and bruised bones, stitching his battered form back together even as her own strength wavered. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Stop healing me and finish Elena," Ryn snapped through gritted teeth, his voice a harsh command as he fought the urge to pull away, his pride warring with the necessity of her aid—"I can handle this."
