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 went for a dense

wasn't enough to do

slowly began to

heard a voice from

him

~WHOOM!~

in a flash, sending his hand flying towards Phobio in

couldn't react on time, so he covered his face while stepping

coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed his head at

However…

~BOOOM!~

Class privilege came in

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

"Guh!"

few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his shield

past the

side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the very

actively

danced as he

only so much luck a man

~WHOOSH!~

appeared right as Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he had

happened there was

~BOOOM!~

shooting him signals of instant pain

as Phobio's

of his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in the

on his chest also stood

understand now…? Why I

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

was rising

eyes were fixated on the

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood that had been gathered slowly began to

"YOU DARE?!"

Phobio, the

to form something massive, with

thing that was forming had too much mass and power

too cramped. Let's take this outside."

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

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"