An Extra’s POV

~WHOOSH!~

The vertical strike was smooth and straightforward.

It was bound to slice through his opponent from head to toe; shattering his skull and rending every organ he had inside.

It would be like a hot knife running through butter!

The attack descended.

Then—

~CLANG!~

As soon as the blood sword reached the Dragon's head, a loud noise filled the room.

… Almost as if the blade had hit an unbreakable wall.

Phobio took a few steps back in recoil as his brain tried to process the whole thing.

'H-huh…? What just happe—?!'

Before he could complete his line of thoughts, the blade that he now held in his trembling hand shattered before his very eyes and scattered about like glass.

'What?!'

The glass-like components of the blade turned into blood and soon returned to the orb that hovered beside Phobio.

As long as he was still alive, and there was still blood, it would gather around him.

That was a Special Privilege of his Class.

However, Phobio wasn't concerned about any benefits or Class at the moment.

Only one thing filled his mind.

'How did this guy… shatter my blade.

The blade was made of concentrated blood—the kind that had the combined fluid of hundreds of people.

'I don't see any armor or Skill being used. Is he just that durable?'

Dragons were famed to be the strongest in H'Trae, so it was a given that they would have tough skins.

why Phobio went

think even that wasn't enough

facade slowly began to

suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in front of

scared him to his

~WHOOM!~

in a flash, sending his

time, so he covered his face

a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege came in

now manifested before him, defending him from the fiend that would have

"Guh!"

stagger a few steps back

echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed towards

barely avoiding the impact that caused the very ground to

used his actively nimble

black hair danced as he avoided death-causing

much luck

~WHOOSH!~

Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he had already known he would retreat

happened there was no

~BOOOM!~

so much weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he was sent flying to the closest wall behind

as Phobio's body dug a hole in

his lips as he helplessly

bloody mess on his chest also stood

you understand now…? Why

Phobio's ears, he could

was rising from his

on

"You dare hit me…?!"

in the vast expanse, all the blood that had been gathered slowly began

"YOU DARE?!"

the crimson liquid

something massive, with Phobio

that was forming had too much

cramped. Let's

into the ceiling, creating a

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"