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

think even that wasn't enough

eased facade slowly began to

heard a voice from the Dragon in front

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

them in a flash, sending his hand flying towards Phobio

so he covered his face

and the approaching fist would

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege came

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

"Guh!"

stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched

done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling

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

used his actively nimble body to avoid the

black hair danced as he avoided

so much

~WHOOSH!~

Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he

happened there was no

~BOOOM!~

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

as Phobio's

his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in the

bloody mess on his chest

now…? Why I

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

rising from

Phobio's bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as he

"You dare hit me…?!"

in the vast expanse, all the blood that

"YOU DARE?!"

touched Phobio, the crimson liquid exploded into

to form something massive,

the thing that was forming had too much mass and power to

too cramped. Let's take

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

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"