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 for a dense

that wasn't

facade slowly began

suddenly heard a voice

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

between them in a flash, sending his hand flying

couldn't react on time, so he covered his face while stepping

the approaching fist would have bashed his head at that

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege

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

"Guh!"

generated by the attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched

the crumbling blood

young man ducked to his side, barely

his location, but he used his actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks

long black hair danced as he avoided

there was only so much luck

~WHOOSH!~

Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he

happened there was

~BOOOM!~

him signals of instant pain as he was sent

as Phobio's body

spurted out of his lips as

bloody mess on his

now…? Why I said

Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears, he could feel

was rising

bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as he had this

"You dare hit me…?!"

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

"YOU DARE?!"

touched Phobio, the crimson liquid exploded into a river of

something massive, with Phobio

as the thing that was forming had too much mass and

cramped. Let's take this

single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path for itself as

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"