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.

precisely why Phobio went for

even that wasn't

eased facade slowly began to

suddenly heard a voice from the

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

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

couldn't react on time, so he

fist would have bashed his head at

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege came

made up of blood now manifested before him, defending him

"Guh!"

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

not done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed towards Phobio

his side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the very ground to shatter

actively nimble

danced as

so much luck

~WHOOSH!~

moved to a new position, almost as if he had already known he would retreat

was no

~BOOOM!~

him signals of

as Phobio's body dug a

lips as he

mess on his chest

Why

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

rising

were fixated on the Dragon as he

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood that had been gathered slowly began

"YOU DARE?!"

as the sphere touched Phobio, the crimson liquid exploded into a river of

river coalesced to form something massive,

thing that was forming had too much mass and

too cramped. Let's

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

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"