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.

precisely why Phobio went for a

wasn't

slowly began to

suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in front of

scared him to his

~WHOOM!~

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 head at that very

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege came in

him, defending him from the fiend

"Guh!"

few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his shield broke

not done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling blood as

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

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

danced as

was only so much

~WHOOSH!~

position, almost as if

happened there was

~BOOOM!~

signals of instant pain as he was

as Phobio's body dug a hole in

as he helplessly remained hanging in

mess on his chest also stood

you understand now…? Why I said

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

was rising from

eyes were fixated on the

"You dare hit me…?!"

in the vast expanse, all the blood that had been

"YOU DARE?!"

the crimson liquid

something massive,

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

this place is too cramped. Let's take this

into the ceiling, creating a path for itself as

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"