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.

Phobio

wasn't enough to do

eased facade slowly began to

voice from the Dragon in

scared him to his

~WHOOM!~

a flash,

couldn't react on time, so he covered

the approaching fist

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege came

now manifested before him, defending

"Guh!"

stagger a few steps back as his widened

voice echoed past the

to his side, barely

used his actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks

black hair danced as he

only so much luck

~WHOOSH!~

Phobio moved to a 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 was sent flying to the closest wall

cracked as Phobio's body dug a hole

of his lips as he helplessly remained

on his chest

you understand now…? Why I

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

rising from

bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as

"You dare hit me…?!"

expanse, all the blood that had been gathered

"YOU DARE?!"

Phobio, the

form something massive, with

was forming had too much mass

is too cramped. Let's take this

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

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"