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

think even that wasn't enough to do

eased facade slowly began

He suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in front of

him to

~WHOOM!~

a flash, sending

couldn't react on time, so he

and the approaching fist would have bashed his head at that very

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege came

of blood now manifested before him, defending him from

"Guh!"

Phobio to stagger a few steps back as

voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed

I gotta evade!' The young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the very

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

long black hair danced

was only so much luck a man could

~WHOOSH!~

right as Phobio moved to a new position,

happened there was no one's

~BOOOM!~

much weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he

Phobio's

Blood spurted out of his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in

his

you understand now…? Why I

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

rising from his

eyes were fixated on the Dragon as

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood

"YOU DARE?!"

Phobio, the

river coalesced to form something massive,

cracked as the thing that was forming had too much mass

is too cramped. Let's take this

the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"