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.

why Phobio went

even that wasn't

facade slowly began

He suddenly heard a voice from the

him to his

~WHOOM!~

flash, sending his hand flying towards Phobio in a

so he covered

looked like a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege

defending him from the fiend

"Guh!"

by the attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his

The Dragon's voice echoed past the

evade!' The young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding

fluidly rushed to his location, but he used his actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks he

long black hair danced as he avoided death-causing

there was only so much luck a man

~WHOOSH!~

appeared right as Phobio moved to a new position, almost as

was no one's

~BOOOM!~

weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he was sent flying to the

as Phobio's body dug a hole

out of his lips as he helplessly remained

mess on his chest also

you understand now…? Why I

echoed in Phobio's ears,

rising from his

on the Dragon as he had this

"You dare hit me…?!"

all the blood that had

"YOU DARE?!"

Phobio, the crimson liquid

coalesced to form something massive, with Phobio in the

thing that was forming had too much mass and power to

too cramped. Let's take

the being flew high into the

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"