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 enough

slowly began

He suddenly heard a voice from the

him to his

~WHOOM!~

in a flash, sending

time, so he covered his

looked like a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed his head at that

However…

~BOOOM!~

Class privilege

him, defending him from the fiend that would have surely blown off his

"Guh!"

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

the

barely avoiding the impact that caused the very

his actively nimble body to avoid the slew

long black hair danced

was only so much

~WHOOSH!~

to a new position, almost as if he

happened there was no

~BOOOM!~

him signals of instant

very thing cracked as Phobio's body dug a

Blood spurted out of his lips as

his

understand now…? Why I

Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears,

was rising

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

"You dare hit me…?!"

expanse, all the blood that had been

"YOU DARE?!"

Phobio, the crimson

form something massive, with

that was forming had too much mass and power to be

is too cramped. Let's take this outside." The Dragon

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

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"