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

slowly began

voice from the Dragon in

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

closed the distance between them in a flash, sending his hand flying towards Phobio in a

so he

a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege

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

"Guh!"

the attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few

voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed towards Phobio

man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the

fluidly rushed to his location, but he used his actively

black hair danced

much luck a man

~WHOOSH!~

new position, almost as if

there was

~BOOOM!~

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

Phobio's body

of his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in

on his chest

Why I

ears, he could feel something heat up within

rising from his

eyes were fixated on the Dragon

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood that had

"YOU DARE?!"

the sphere touched Phobio, the

coalesced to form something massive, with Phobio in

the ground cracked as the thing that was forming

place is too cramped. Let's take this outside."

a single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"