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.

was precisely why Phobio went for a dense

that wasn't enough to

slowly

heard a voice from the Dragon in front of

him

~WHOOM!~

them in a flash, sending his hand flying towards Phobio in a

Phobio couldn't react on time, so he covered

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

However…

~BOOOM!~

His second Class privilege came

now manifested before him, defending him from the fiend that would

"Guh!"

by the attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his shield broke apart in

voice echoed past the crumbling blood

man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the very ground to

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

hair danced as

much luck a man

~WHOOSH!~

right as Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he had already known he would retreat

was

~BOOOM!~

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

cracked as Phobio's body dug a hole

his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in

mess on his chest

you understand now…? Why

Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears,

rising from

bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as he

"You dare hit me…?!"

all the blood that had been gathered slowly began to

"YOU DARE?!"

the sphere touched Phobio, the crimson liquid

to form something

that was forming

cramped.

single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"