The Extra Can't be A Hero

The aftermath of Abomination's annihilation was as calm as it was unexpected. With the corrupted demon finally vanquished, the skies cleared in an instant, casting golden light upon a world once cloaked in darkness.

The deathly flames that had turned the land into a hellish reflection of the Demon Realm flickered out, leaving scorched earth slowly beginning to heal. Even the seas, once turbulent and blackened, stirred with signs of recovery as peace quietly reclaimed its place.

Amidst this fragile serenity, Yue cradled Amon in her arms in a gentle princess carry. Her slender frame lacked the raw strength to hold him alone, so she lightened his weight with a touch of telekinesis, ensuring he rested comfortably against her.

Amon, unconscious and utterly defenceless, lay still—perhaps for the first time in either of Yue's two lives. The sight stirred a conflicted ache in her heart: a smile touched her lips at his survival, yet a shadow of worry crept in, seeing him so vulnerable.

"You really don't know how to share the burden, do you? Making me worry like this..."

Yue laid Amon out on a cushioned ground and began tending to his wounds. Fortunately, Amon's injuries weren't physical, but magical. If he had lost a limb or an organ, they would have needed a Saintess or a healer with an equivalent power to tend to his wounds. But, since it was purely magical, Yue could do the first aid and allow Amon's superior healing factor to take over from there.

That was, of course, if she was given peace to do so.

"W-Wait, is it over? J-Just like that?!"

The Sword Saint rushed over with a tremor in his voice. He couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed, and honestly… who would?

Yes, Amon was powerful, but his opponent was none other than Abomination. An immortal Demon that was meant to be the First Calamity that would spell the doom of mankind. Even the Sword Saint, the man said to stand at the pinnacle of humanity, was unable to land a killing blow on that monster. Yet, Amon did so, and he did it in a mystical way that the Sword Saint couldn't recognise.

"Yes, it's over. Abomination is dead."

"T-That's!"

"Sir Kassadin, I know you're curious about what Amon did, but it's neither the time nor the place to make such a ruckus."

"..."

Mildly irritated by the old man's interruption, Yue didn't bother with formalities. Her voice was calm and dismissive, clearly more focused on the man in her arms than on courtesy. Kneeling beside Amon's still form, she extended her palms over his chest.

Threads of golden light flowed from her fingers—gentle, radiant strands that pulsed with life as they wove into Amon's damaged veins. He wouldn't have known it, but Yue was intimately familiar with every inch of his body. She knew the map of his muscles, the rhythm of his pulse, the subtle signs of wear that came from battle.

Healing him was not guesswork—it was precision born of love and experience.

The threads met no resistance as they moved through him, aligning with the flow of his energy and stabilising his condition in moments. Watching the miraculous scene unfold, the Sword Saint let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

"Girl, you ain't a Saintess and yet you heal like one."

"There's only one person who can experience my healing."

"Alright, alright."

The Sword Saint watched with a mix of admiration and mild exasperation as Yue poured her heart into healing Amon. Her love was palpable—radiant, unwavering, and entirely overbearing.

He had encountered women like her before: the kind who would move mountains, burn kingdoms, or bend fate itself for the man they loved. In his youth, he'd drawn more than his fair share of such affections. They had a name now, he recalled—yanderes.

Though he'd once found their devotion flattering, he quickly learned how suffocating it could be. That kind of love came with weight—beautiful, passionate, and utterly relentless. And Yue? Yue wasn't just in that category—she was their reigning monarch.

The Sword Saint wasn't sure whether to congratulate Amon or pity him. Winning the heart of the queen of yanderes was either the greatest triumph of a man's life... or the beginning of a lifetime of misery.

As Amon's complexion turned for the better and his mana conduits stabilised, Yue finally retracted her golden threads. With him out of the danger zone, all that Yue could do was wait until Amon woke up on his own, likely with the help of Yval's blessing on his body.

With the treatment done, the Sword Saint mustered the courage to ask again:

"So? What did he do? Is that monster gone?"

Yue gently brushed Amon's thick black hair as she casually replied to the old man, not once moving her eyes away from the face of her loved one:

"Amon eradicated every trace of that demon from existence. Or more specifically, he reduced Abomination into atoms."

"I-Is that even possible?"

"It's a godly ability, one that was only unlocked to him after he gained control over the Sun and Moon within his body."

The Eclipse Mystic Arts.

A combination of the Solaris House's legendary Solaris Mystic Arts and Amon's created Lunar Mystic Arts. Its unique properties allowed Amon to temporarily shed the limitations of a mortal and step into the realm of the divine. Every single move from the Eclipse Mystic Arts transcended all logic, and enable Amon to fight opponents many times stronger than himself.

Alas, it came at a tremendous cost.

"However, Amon's body isn't ready to bear the burden of those abilities. Because of that, he'll be incapacitated for a while."

"... If such a godly ability existed, I can understand that."

"That's why I didn't want him to use it at all…"

Yue muttered a curse under her breath, aimed at her unconscious lover, even as her fingers gently brushed through his hair. Her ruby eyes shimmered with steely resolve as she slowly released her hold on him. With a twist of her will, space warped around Amon's body. She sealed him within a locked pocket of space—secure, untouched, and far from what was coming.

Her gaze shifted past the Sword Saint, not to him, but to the presence looming behind him. The Sword Saint sensed it too. His posture tightened as he summoned his energy once more, eyes narrowing toward the disturbance.

From the fractures in space, a figure emerged—a distinguished gentleman in a finely tailored grey suit, ghostly eyes gleaming with cold intensity. His face was porcelain-white and unreadable at first glance, like a perfect mask.

However, the cracks were visible to those who looked closely. The corners of his lips curled downward in restrained fury, and his nostrils flared with every shallow breath. The mask may have looked calm, but the man beneath it was seething.

"I didn't think you would come crawling out… Prophet."

"Yue Elune," the Prophet spoke coldly. "Where is he?"

"That's funny… You think I would tell you?"

The Prophet fixed Yue with a glare of icy fury. Abomination—the First Calamity—was never meant to fall here, not today. It had been a cornerstone of the Demon Cult's grand design to plunge Hyades into chaos. Its death, premature and humiliating, had not only disrupted those carefully laid plans but rendered them virtually obsolete.

To make matters worse, he had lost an Apostle and a Demon Count in the same stroke. The weight of that failure pressed down on him like a curse, one he could not bear alone. And the Demon King he served would not be so lenient.

If he couldn't salvage the plan, he would at least claim retribution. At the very least, the Prophet would deliver the head of the one who ruined everything—offered on a silver platter—to his unforgiving liege.

"All of you… are just cockroaches that don't know their lives are limited. Your resistance is futile."

"Oh, but I do know that… That's why I'm struggling so much."

Yue positioned herself such that she was facing the Prophet at eye level. This was something she'd never done, not even in her past lifetime. To stare down the barrel of the gun, the being that caused so much suffering during her previous timeline. And once more… she reaffirmed her will to eradicate the Demon Cult from the face of the earth.

"Kassadin… Are you sure you want to traverse down this path? You, who begged to be immortal? This is your last chance. Take her head, and I'll grant you immortality."

"You bastard… I was once blind and misguided, but I won't falter anymore!"

The Sword Saint erupted in anger, his mana surging with his rage. After his deep meditation, the old man would no longer fall to the Prophet's temptation, especially since there was a better path laid out for him now.

"So be it… I'll take both of your heads first, and then… take Amon's head for myself."

The Prophet struck his cane on the ground, and a dense grey mist ascended from his feet. In his wrath, the great Demon strategist refused to act in the shadows and was going to move in the open. But alas, his lack of control… would be his downfall.

"Did you think… It's going to be that easy?"

From the moment the Prophet revealed himself, Yue had been preparing her trap. Silently, she rose into the sky, arms outstretched as the air around her shimmered with growing intensity. Space warped and twisted at her command, folding in on itself until reality fractured. A spatial lock snapped into place, sealing them within a world of her design.

Much like the Sword Saint's earlier feat, Yue had forged a Mirror Dimension: a sealed realm where no force could enter or escape.

But unlike his, hers held a critical difference—one that tipped the balance entirely.

Within this Mirror Dimension... She could wield her power without limits.

The full force of her Law surged through the realm, unshackled and absolute.

Within this Mirror Dimension... She was no longer merely mortal.

She was God.

"... you."

"Prophet, from the very beginning, you miscalculated. The one who you should have been wary about… wasn't Amon Solaris. Neither was it Leon Bright… The one that you should have been terrified of… was me."

Without so much as a chant or flicker of mana, Yue unleashed a gravity beam that tore clean through the Prophet's chest, leaving a gaping void where his heart had once been. He staggered, gasping for breath, but Yue was merciless.

She didn't pause.

With surgical precision, she began dismantling him, severing limbs one by one, unravelling his body while ensuring every nerve remained intact long enough to feel the agony. Her vengeance was methodical, her wrath cold and unrelenting. As if she were venting off her past frustrations, Yue unleashed her diabolical fury, so much so that even the Sword Saint looked away in horror.

Yet through it all, the Prophet neither screamed nor cursed. He simply stared at her, eyes wide with stunned disbelief, and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Law! You can use the Power of Law! No wonder, we…!"

"The tables have turned, maggot. From now on… We'll be on the offensive. Make sure you tell your trash Demon Lord that."

"You!"

"Goodbye," Yue didn't give the Prophet any chance to speak as she crushed him whole on the spot, leaving behind nothing but mist behind.

How the Prophet was disposed stunned the Sword Saint once more, no less than how Abomination was so easily dispatched. Granted, the Prophet shouldn't have been as powerful as the Demon known as the First Calamity, but…

"T-That…"

"Don't be shocked, that wasn't the Prophet's actual body," Yue explained calmly without even waiting for the Sword Saint to complete his sentence. "If it were, I wouldn't have been so easy."

"..."

Yue ignored the Sword Saint's utter shock and brought Amon out from her storage. Unravelling the capsule seal, she gently placed her palm on his cold cheeks and gave him some much-needed warmth.

"The Prophet has split himself into four main bodies. Each one holding a quarter of his soul. Because of his anger and arrogance, he walked right into my trap. So, I killed it with ease. But next time, it won't be so easy."

"..."

"But, because of his injuries, the Prophet won't be able to act in person anymore… Or at the very least, he'll be more cautious. So… Amon will now have plenty of time to rest."

"..."

For the first time in his nearly a hundred-year life… The Sword Saint feared for a junior's life, not because of an imminent threat from Demons, but because of an overly attached girlfriend.