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

that wasn't

facade slowly began to

heard a voice from the Dragon

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

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

so he covered his

a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would have bashed his

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege

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

"Guh!"

stagger a few steps back as his widened

Dragon's voice echoed past the

I gotta evade!' The young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact

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

black hair danced as he

so much luck a

~WHOOSH!~

position, almost as if he had already known he

was no one's

~BOOOM!~

carried so much weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he

cracked as Phobio's body dug a hole in

lips as he helplessly remained hanging in the

his

Why I

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

rising from his

on the Dragon as he had

"You dare hit me…?!"

vast expanse, all the blood that had been gathered slowly

"YOU DARE?!"

the crimson liquid exploded into a river of

river coalesced to form something massive, with Phobio in

cracked as the thing that was forming had too much mass and power to be contained

too cramped. Let's take

high into the ceiling,

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"