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.

was precisely why Phobio went

even that wasn't enough to

slowly began

voice from the

him to

~WHOOM!~

in a flash, sending his

react on time, so he covered

looked like a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed his head

However…

~BOOOM!~

Class privilege came in

of blood now manifested before him, defending him from the fiend that would have surely blown off

"Guh!"

to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his shield

Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling blood

man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact that

Dragon fluidly rushed to his location, but he used his actively

long black hair danced as

much luck a

~WHOOSH!~

a new position, almost as if he had

was

~BOOOM!~

his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he was sent

cracked as Phobio's body dug

Blood spurted out of his lips as he helplessly remained hanging

his

understand now…? Why I

the Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears, he could feel something heat up

was rising from

bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as he

"You dare hit me…?!"

blood that had

"YOU DARE?!"

the crimson liquid exploded into a river

coalesced to form something massive, with Phobio in

that was forming had too much mass and power to be contained

like this place is too cramped.

into the ceiling, creating

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"